28 days. Andre has been on the ventilator and in the ICU for 28 days.
Today is probably the lowest I’ve felt since the initial diagnosis, and my heart is close to breaking. I know I’ll catch my bearing again to take better care of Andre and my other responsibilities but the road ahead just feels so much lonelier.
He had an MRI and a lumbar puncture two days ago to check if there is anything wrong with his nervous system that can explain his lack of lucidity and constant agitation. The results all came back negative. The only thing left to do clinically is to continue dialing down the sedative, pain meds and other medications that can cloud his mind, and hope that he comes out of it. And when he does, I’ll be the first one he’ll see.