February 12th, 2005
Mom's not getting better.
She keeps spiking fevers, which indicates that she's fighting off some kind of infection. They've put her on a powerful antibiotic, but there seems to be no effect as yet. They're giving the antibiotic the weekend to work, and if there's no change by Monday, they're going to do a thoracotomy.
And right here, right now, I'm closer to freaking out about this than I have been.
It's not enough, I know, but *hugs*.
|Date:||February 12th, 2005 03:49 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm sorry I'm not there to hold your hand.
|Date:||February 13th, 2005 01:37 am (UTC)|| |
I could be there to hold your hand, if you need or want your hand held, or various other comforting things that won't compromise our respective masculinities.
Seriously, anything I can do I will do.
Praying for you both.
Keep us posted & let us know if there's anything we can do.
|Date:||February 14th, 2005 06:08 pm (UTC)|| |