I’m going to be here for at least 7 more days, while the hospital does plasmapheresis on me. Typing is getting more difficult, as is walking and sleeping. Kate and I are doing a walk around the unit morning and afternoon, and I feel slower and more wobbly every time we do it.
The outpouring of well-wishes has been wonderful, though I may not be able to respond well for a bit. Suggestions of escapist books/movies/TV would be very, very welcome; I’m going to have a lot of time to fill, and cabin fever is already setting in.
I’ve been at something of a low ebb, emotionally, today. The scope of what I’ve yet to soldier through is becoming apparent, and it’s … daunting, to say the least. I’m frustrated that we couldn’t start the treatment immediately, and that the treatment couldn’t work immediately, and that the diagnosis couldn’t have been made immediately, even though there’s good reasons for all of them. Kate is and continues to be my miracle.
getting tired and maudlin, so I’ll stop here for now.