Last Friday, March 16th, John had a bronchoscope and flushing of his lungs. The resulting tests showed a large amount of blood in his lungs. The treatment included massive doses of steroids.

He was admitted to TGH and that’s where he stayed until yesterday, March 22nd. He was in intensive care part of the time. By yesterday, he was frantic to “get out.” I felt he got excellent care, but he wanted to go home. (Call lights weren’t answered and his requests were ignored.)

I drove our new (to us) car and didn’t mind at all. I used the SR-41 route which had less traffic and lower speeds. I made the trip back home Friday, a round trip on Sunday, and I came after him Wednesday and drove us back home (plus shopping afterward). I can’t say I like driving, but I am not as fearful as I was. We’re talking about going out to dinner Saturday and I’ll get behind the wheel.

I got him a walker with a seat which he is using to get around the condo.

He’s puffy, flushed, worn out and very weak. I hope he recovers some of his health.

I’m doing what I can to help him. I do the cooking, clean-up, and fetching. He needs to rest. There’s nothing more I can do but pray!