Hey, Julie....I know what you mean. Doran "checked out" a week ago, and I'm feeling pretty lonely. He fell going out of the motel to our first meeting at the CTCA, and was hospitalized here since he fell twice more that day. He's been in and out of it ever since, mostly out. As I tell the doctors, "this isn't my husband!"
They think they have a handle on it, now. (After the weekend, when no one does anything, except the PT people). They are cutting back on his clonazepam, and getting his electrolytes in balance. They are going to fully sedate him tomorrow for an MRI, but are expecting to see metastasis in bone, tissue and all around. If so, they are going to set up a plan for hospice.
Every now and then, I see a glimmer of the real him, and I'm hoping we'll get more, now that they've got him back on his Megace.
The people here are great, and the food is awesome. I just wish Doran could appreciate it, and stop calling me to ask me to take him home. I explain that I can't until we get the tests done, but he forgets.
I just walk him through using the nurse's button, and getting some pain meds, and try to go back to sleep.
How are you doing?
Stephany in Iowa