Tim is now on massive steroids. I have had to do this in the past and it is rather like having a freight train run through your head. Imagine having a freight train doing that and having other things running in at different directions taunting you. This steroid dose isn't like the puny dose that muscle bound sillies take. This is the He-man dose. Mine was double what Tim's is so I can relate to his hyper-activity and distress. It is very difficult to accomplish things like logic and a meditative healing state. The steroids are being used to see if there is any hope for his eye. It either repairs or it doesn't.
The Urologist says his wounds are healing very well from the cancer surgery. He has told him to increase exercises to include vacuuming, doing dishes and doing laundry. Funny man!
A number of Doctors have apologised and called our house to see if there is anything they can do. This makes such a difference. I honestly don't think any one person meant to do anything but help Tim. Blame is just stupid when people are pulling in to help the way they are. They are now speaking together. They are doing the best they can.
So are we.
Christine , Gayla and Frank will all take a turn watching Tim this weekend so I can sleep. He woke up at 3:30 am and went back to bed at 7:30am. He is starting to roam the house. He can't concentrate and has to be reminded it is the drug and not his own emotion.
Why would anyone do surgery without a very good health reason? Why would anyone take steroids for anything but extreme medical reasons? These things are very dangerous.
Karen used to say, "Trouble passes" when we were just kids. It is my motto right now.
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