More and More:
Connie is sleeping soundly behind me as I write this in the living room (my PC was brought upstairs) and some tinkly new age music is playing as a background.
Actually, it’s very relaxing!
My surgeon saw me this morning, and told me that I was healing on the incision VERY well, and he’d see me in two weeks to take out the stitches. Nothing yet back from pathology, but he swears that it did NOT look malignant to him.
Connie came home on hospice care yesterday, and she’s using a oxygen tank system - portable on wheels, acts as a compressor / CPAP sort of machine. We have her on different meds, including a anti-coagulant that is horribly expensive…and that’s after taking off $1000 / week that medical insurance is willing to pay on it. The hospice people basically took over in regard to care and equipment, and I was busy a lot of yesterday hunting down various outfits that had brought in equipment for her to take it back.
One such outfit said that they couldn’t take back the oxygen tanks used to get her here - that a doctor would have to order them to, or she’d have to pass on. Gee, thanks, guys. Another said - well, that CPAP will be paid for in October and released to you guys in November, so let’s just wait and see…**sigh**
There’s flowers and poems here for Connie, sent in by friends, a bulletin board full of get-well cards, various treatment and feeding stuff, and - well, we have no idea what will come next, or when. We just hang on.