Tuesday 16th December was a reminder that recovery from ICANS is never a straight line. Maya had been doing so well on Monday with her passive bike ride on the hospital bed, and then at 4:30am the next morning, she spiked a temperature above 38°C and woke me up moaning and groaning. https://share.icloud.com/photos/0e72k9RY-PrHY7pE7-PEdzeuQ Monday night had already been rough—the IV machines never stop. Each has two alarms: one saying “Near End of Infusion” (which could be 3,