If bad news really does travel in threes, it's time I packed up my family and headed to an undisclosed location.
We were hit with a major blow on Friday. Lab results confirmed that Dennis is still carrying around the infection that landed him back in the hospital last month. What does this mean? Lots of things. First, we're back on the grueling routine of antibiotics - dialysis for five hours every other day, then a trip to UCD for another hour. This will go on for several weeks, most likely, depending on how he responds, but there is always the possibility of (ugh) readmission to the hospital for further procedures to find and eliminate the source of this bug that just won't go away.
Of course, this puts our transplant dreams on hold...again. The next appointment, December 22, still stands, and there's always the possibility that he will still be cleared by that date. Still, we aren't holding our collective breath - no point in setting ourselves up for another disappointment. The hardest task now is to keep his spirits up enough to continue this never-ending battle.
Meanwhile, my mom took a fall earlier this week. After resisting my repeated requests to see a doctor, she finally realized things weren't right yesterday. She's now in the ICU at UCD (here we go again) with several fractured ribs and a blood pressure that's off the charts. It's not that serious, really. The ICU is more of a precaution, something they do primarily because of the age of the patient, and I just learned from her nurse that she'll be transferred to the regular floor later today because she's doing so well. No word yet, of course, if she'll be allowed to go home or to a Skilled Nursing Facility, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
I'm starting to wonder what I'm going to do with the 22 lb. turkey that's resting in my refrigerator right now...
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