Thursday Night

What an emotional, draining two days it has been. Yesterday was Mark's follow-up with the doctor. Dr. Moskowitz is pleased with the slight weight gain from eating solid foods, but isn't happy with the neuropathy in the legs and hands, or the "draining" in the nasal cavity mixed with blood. He also isn't happy with the increasing frequency of the headaches and the eye problems. He prescribed a couple more medications - poor Mark, he has so many pills to take, it's overwhelming - and he says he'll see us in October. In the meantime, he encouraged us to call in Hospice, which we did. Over yesterday and today, we have had two nurses, two supply deliveries, and a medication drop. Hospice tends to swarm in to get you comfortable with them and so they can see just what you need. Tomorrow, Mark's "regular" nurse will come to get baseline vitals and help him with the equipment that was delivered. And, believe it or not, they have a counselor on staff who will come to help us with grief counseling when the time comes with Harry. This is a marvelous organization. We'll keep everybody up-dated. I know we made the right decision, because neither of us WILL EVER GIVE UP!