Monday, June 15, 1992. It’s 4:50 am. Shri Nathji is fast asleep. He had tea and biscuits and His voice was generally loud and cheerful. He has turned over to his right side. A while ago He had called out to me to tell me to go to sleep when I was writing letters to devotees for the World Prayer Day.“Soye naheen Piyaji?“Haven’t you slept, Piyaji?”Shri Nathji drapes His shawl around His shoulders to ward off the cold, and Priya Nath shuts off the air conditioner.O Lord, I just phoned Dr. Ravi Saxena and he dictated the blood test results.The TLC = 9800Eosinophils = 2250Percentages = 25%One day earlier the results had been bad:TLC = 15, 000Eosinophils = 4500Percentages = 29%It was possible that there had been an error in the private lab testing, where the Eosinophils had been shown to have gone up to 29% from the earlier 25%. Priya Nath was however not sure, because the private lab had a very good reputation. At the same time he could not say that the report of Pitaji was elated at the news, but his enthusiasm was dampened somewhat when I told Him that Dr. Barat had thought of Leukemia – cancer of the blood – and told me I would have 2 more sleepless nights.“Aisee baaten bhee koyi “Does anyone talk to patients like this?”Up to 6:10 pm we were talking about Dr. Barat’s ‘diagnosis’.“Piyaji, yePitaji and I had walked 10 rounds only in the big room today – at Pitaji’s insistence, and then watched the film I had shot of Pitaji singing the O Lord, please let Him pass at least 500 cc by 10 am – or else we will both suffer an acute shock at this stage when the 23rd of June is only 6 days away. O Lord, I cannot bear the agony any longer.