When I was a child, I told my mother that I feared death while I was very sick in bed. She told me that stubborn weeds never die. I realized that I was going to be ok. The humor she placed on her statement cheered me up and gave me strength to go through it.
Todd like me is a stubborn weed. Indication of his humor is present; I can only conclude he will come through!
My love goes to Todd and his family.