Last weekend was the most difficult I’ve ever had, but it feels too personal; I don’t feel like I have the right to write about it yet. Plus, I don’t have the will.
The short version is that on Friday night, Susan became completely unresponsive. Her eyes were open but she couldn’t move at all. We went to the emergency room in one hospital, then to a different hospital to check her in, for insurance reasons.
As the weekend progressed, Susan’s consciousness came back; she is now more or less herself again, although very weak.
I’m certain it’s tied to reducing the Decadron dosage; the correlation is too strong for it to be anything else. But I don’t know what we’re going to do about it.
We’re seeing the oncologist this morning.
I’m really glad that my sister Kellene happened to be staying with us when all this happened. Thanks to her, I was able to focus on taking care of Susan.