Dear Helen and Dick, and caring Darrell compadres,
How can one paint a rosy picture when findings are so bleak??
Darrell, today, presents one of the worst spaces I have seen him in.
When we arrived, his hands and feet were so cold we were able to sense this through our gloves required by isolation. Darrell was mostly unresponsive and the nurse said he spiked a 102 temperature during the night, and they restarted antibiotics,
I tried to move his left arm and noted he had significant shaking throughout his body.
We waited and waited for hours to talk to the doctor and at 5:15 decided tomorrow would be another day.
During out last visit of the day to Darrell, we noted his pillow was saturated with sweat, and his hand and feet were burning up…..another high fever.
Gosh our guy is fighting….my questions is: where is fairness? If he returns, how will he be?? Will we be the friends in duress that we are in good times? I fear what lies ahead is as equal a battle as staying alive on life support.
Please reflect friends, on what you need to do during the rest of your life… who do you need to touch, what becomes no longer important when you are clinging so tenaciously to life.
Like Darrell, we might neglect the obvious….and after all, life is so very, very fragile.
Love to All, Diane & Larry