Inchstones

 Inchstones.  You know, as opposed to milestones.  They're tiny steps, often painstakingly won, that mark the progress to the big goal.  

Our goal?  Return to health and home and happiness.  (Gotta love those "H" words.)

But back to those inchstones.  He's making them!  I haven't written because his progress has been so slow.  But slow or not, it's been real.  

They're removing a couple of medications that he's been using but keeping one more high-power antibiotic.  He's still getting various elemental replacements that he lost.  He did develop a GI bleed but that also seems to have stopped.  He has developed tremors that are still being treated with sedatives, but a bit less every day, and lower fevers as well.   He is also still very swollen, especially his belly and lower extremities.  He's started getting food again, although it's continuous and just over half what he usually gets.  We're working it up to where he should be.  

Doctors are looking at a couple more things as we STILL don't know what has driven all of this.  

But all in all, things are very much looking up.  I don't think we'll be home any time soon.  We could be.  He has surprised us before.  But my guess is it will be a while before he's stable enough for that.  It's more of a marathon than a sprint, and frankly, I'm not good at any kind of running.  But that's okay.  We're going to be able to take him home.  Not everyone is able to do that.  

"The lesson of history is that most advances are by half-step, 

most progress by partial success." 

~Robert Brault