It's not a big secret that I've been not writing here as often as I used do, and trust me, I know that I have some catching up to do. But first and foremost, let me explain that my hospital stay drug or for two weeks. I was sent home on April 2nd. Since then, I've been trying - with little to no avail - to rest up and build my energy levels. I was diagnosed with c-diff in the hospital, and the incessant diarrhea has been a real treat to deal with. On top of the c-diff, I've been vomiting at all hours of the day and night. Not being able to keep food in me has brought me to a whole new level of fatigue.
Steve and I spent most of our day in the er yesterday, having tests run to see if we could figure out why I keep vomiting. It appears that the day has come that the growth of the tumor is interfering with my digestive process. Some nutrients are still getting through, and as long as they do, I can live like this. But when the nutrients stop sneaking by, this tumor will kill me. Gulp.
That said, it was May 2015 when I was given 3-6 months. And it's been quite a year. I've done things I never would have imagined I'd so, and I've gone on adventures that I wouldn't have thought possible. Maybe there's one more miracle left, and this isn't curtains. ("Lacy, gently wafting curtains") Fingers crossed!