My brother told my cousins I was too ill. They came running to the hospital thinking I was going to die. I had not seen them since 2003, I think. They told me we are family, that they will come to visit me at the hospital again and that they want to help me in any way. Then my brother came to visit me and for the first time I did not have stomach ache when he is around and we have a decent conversation. After that my nieces and nephew came with stuff for an early Xmas celebration. I had distributed little presents among the nurses here so later they brought some presents for me. My attendant could bring some stuff for me to prepare drinks for the nurses ( light drinks, not too strong ), my glass had water but we cheered anyway. It was nice.