...and he's ready for his close-up
Everyone breathe a great sigh of relief. Mr. Peter has finally been discharged from the hospital. We were all gathered in his room this morning, awaiting another full day on the fourth floor. Hillary and Chris had just landed after their two-part trip from Austin. We'd already been told not to expect any chance of release till early next week. I think we were even starting to wonder if we'd have to do our Christmas shopping in the gift shop downstairs. Is there a gift shop downstairs? Oh, hell; Starbucks gift cards for everyone! Then the nurse came in and announced that they were finished with him. Just like that. Actually it wasn't just like that. Tonight would have been his tenth night there. In the course of all that time, they had a team of nephrologists, a team of neurologists, a constant staff of nurses, even an infectious disease specialist and one of those heart guys, all them poking, prodding, drawing fluids, growing cultures, taking temperatures, blood pressure readings, EKGs-- all of without a clue what was causing this fever that would spike to scary highs. Finally, they decided that the cause was the root of his tumor, which is located near his thalamus, which controls his body temperature. Basically, his thermostat broke for a little while; the radiator fluid ran out; a bird flew into the cooling fan. However you want to see it, the problem seems to be under control and tomorrow morning, all five of us, are going to load up the car, hit the gas and blow this Popsicle stand.
--your guest blogger, Margaret
--your guest blogger, Margaret
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