Feeling better, still not sure...

Here we are at John Muir hospital, our new home away from home. Mom's been here since Monday, and Mike's been here since Tuesday. I went to work for two days and came back last night. We're still trying to figure out what caused Mom to collapse last week. Her stay here has been up and down. She felt really terrible yesterday, after having an ultrasound, chemo, and two sessions of blood transfusions. All the fluid left her breathing like a fish out of water by last night, and she was absolutely exhausted. After an injected diuretic, her breathing became easier about 4 a.m., and she got some sleep. She took a shower this morning and reports that she feels "a million times better!" In the photo, taken an hour ago, she doesn't look like she's spent four days in the hospital.

Patio's had periodic headaches and a high temperature, and they still aren't sure why. As much as it would be nice for Mom to be sleeping in her own bed, we'd all be more comfortable if they knew what happened, so we could feel like it won't happen again. The internist just came by, and his current speculation is that it could be her gall stones, which they've known about, are causing the problem. He's ordering a test that will try to figure that out, and we'll go from there. It's likely she'll stay again tonight.

Mike and I are sitting in the waiting room while Pat naps. As if it wasn't bad enough spending so much time in the hospital, Kevin Costner as Robin Hood is on TV. Now that's painful.

Love,
Dave (and Mike)