"I'm just not used to this." -Louie

Surprisingly, it was a mild day. I caught Louie smiling this morning and asked why. He said "I feel good today". I said "great", but I was thinking, cling to 'good' with everything. We checked in late morning, following a stop at the bookstore for a book (which he proceeded to finish within hours). He received the drugs early evening and we watched TV, played poker and fell asleep kibbitzing. He said to me he hates this place, chiefly because of how he feels when he is here. At 10 years old, I'm not sure Louie contemplated what was happening until we arrived in the room and, well, things started to happen. The cerebral and the physical coalesce for him here. He began asking which phase we were in, how many more months or years (gasp). I suppose we are in phase 2 (of 3 OR 4) and part 1 of (hopefully) 3. Everything is predicated on response so we architect a plan but it's truly wait and see. We absorb it day by day, and the milder the better, preferably.