Yes, it has been a while since I updated my wife’s status, but there isn’t much to say right now.

There has been no change. The good news is Rachel doesn’t seem to be getting worse, and any other attitude by me would  just seem selfish.

She’s still on TPN (basically, a feeding tube) every night and on IV three days a week. I’ve become quite the nurse. We read a lot and play Words With Friends almost as much. She’s all into the NBA playoffs, Dancing with the Stars, Celebrity Apprentice and American Idol. I like the NBA playoffs.

She’s really a trooper and doesn’t complain as much as I’m afraid I would if I was throwing up six to 12 times every day and hadn’t kept down solid food since Jan. 2.

On Mother’s Day she tried to eat a few small bites of baked sweet potato and grilled tilapia. Let’s just say those were very short-term visitors.

Dr. Don Greenway, our gastro doc, has been in touch with Dr. Thomas Abell, a Gastroparesis specialist, and as soon as insurance gives a thumbs up we’ll meet with him.

Dr. Abell used to be at University of Arkansas for Medical Services but now is at the Mississippi school for medicine in Jackson, Miss.

There are only about 22 doctors in the country who treat Gastroparesis. Sure wish UAMS could have kept Dr. Abell, who has one of the best reputation’s in the country for having positive results with this disorder.

Thanks for all the emails and texts, and especially for the prayers.

We’re holding steady.

I’ve never been a Laker hater, but there is no way I can pull for the “Lost Angels” Lakers as long as Metta World Peace, who is about anything but peace, is on the team.

Ron Artest, now commonly known as World Peace, laid a vicious elbow upside the head of Oklahoma City’s James Harden at the end of the regular season.

Yeah, he called it an accident but when you watch the replay Etta No Peace never turns around to see what his elbow connected with, or whom.

He knew.

He sat out a seven-game suspension but it should have been 70 for the guy who has a history of violence on and off the court.

Last year I thought he might have changed. Remember he said he was going to donate all of his earnings this season to charity? So far he has forgotten that promise.

From this point on, I’m for anyone playing against the team that has such a dirty player on it.

It is called creeping. That is when you check someone out on Facebook, although a couple of single guys I know call it cross-referencing.

I felt like I was creeping when I went on the Copart Internet site and looked at Bobby Petrino’s motorcycle that was being auctioned.

By noon today, Thursday, it had been taken off the blocks and was gone from the site.

Still, it was the same feeling I got when a Razorbacks fan sent me a link to a virtual tour of Petrino’s house, which is for sale.

As you would expect, the house was in perfect order; but by the time I finished the tour I noticed there were some large pictures of Petrino in the Razorback room, and a few personal pictures in what appeared to be the bedroom of the children.

Other than that, the house was a lot like a Marriott hotel lobby.

I think instead of creeping, I was cross-referencing.

What started out as a rough weekend ended up being a spectacular one.

My wife Rachel was in the emergency room at St. Vincent Infirmary from 2 that afternoon until 10:30 Friday night and as nice and efficient as the doctors and nurses can be there, hospitals just are not the way to kick-start a weekend.

Despite getting to bed late, I was up at 6:30 Saturday morning and at War Memorial Stadium to stand with my son-in-law Brad Homan and watch my daughter and his wife start and finish her first 5K.

She had trained for just six weeks and did great.

Some of Saturday was spent at Real Deal in the Rock, some taking care of Rachel who has now had 45 days in the hospital, four ER visits and 11 days as an out patient at the Cleveland Clinic this year. Gastroparesis is a tough disorder to deal with.

Sunday she had improved enough to go to church and then she rested for a couple of hours while I bought and planted tomatoes, which got drenched with rain Monday morning.

At noon we were at Corky’s picking up barbecue and catfish for my mom’s 89th birthday party. The lunch was at my sister Lola’s new house (she closed last Thursday) and she had the place looking great and the atmosphere was terrific.

Most importantly mom had a great time. She may not remember it for long, but that’s okay, the experience was one that none of her children, grandchildren or great grandchildren will ever forget.

There is nothing like sharing a birthday or holiday with a loving family.

And without complaint my exhausted wife made it to the very end, although we were the first to leave, but we were first to arrive too.

No one will knows what Jeff Long is thinking while deciding on a new football coach, which should be announced this week. Maybe even today.

He hasn’t indicated if he’s going for an interim or a new hire.

He’s probably already done this, and if so it was a good idea, take look at the Frank Broyles Award winners and see who might be available.

Several of the winners have gone on to be head coaches and in the case of Gene Chizik, win a national championship.

Or why not John L. Smith. Let him and Bobby Petrino trade jobs.

Just a thought while we wait it out.