Dec 31, 2010 - 8:03 am
Today is Mikes 56th birthday and he is spending it in I.C.U. His kidneys failed yesterday, when I went in to see him in the morning he did not know me and couldn't speak; almost in a catatonic state. They took hime to IR and put in a shunt for dialysis, MRI'd his brain, then transferred him to intensive care for "gentle" dialysis.
He has restraints on his wrists to keep him from pulling out the tubes.
My hope for the New Year is that he is aware of his surroundings and can at least know who I am. The transplant team wants to list him for a liver but he is too medically unstable to survive the surgery; they haven't given up, but they are a grim lot when they come in to see me.
My new friends at the hospitality house had a hot meal waiting for me when I got back from the hospital, I fell asleep at 8:00pm and slept through. I'll be going back as soon as I'm dressed; hoping for the best; expecting the worst; waking up tired, wondering what next, and trying to keep positive.
Mostly I want to curl into the fetal position and cry.