Michael had a follow-up appointment with his surgeon this morning (his regular cancer surgeon, not the Bozo who did emergency surgery a month ago because he left Michael to go septic). The good doctor was concerned enough about the shape Michael’s in (virtually no improvement over the last week since he was discharged from his second stay in the hospital) that he referred him to a pulmonary specialist STAT.
So Michael got in to see the pulmonary guy this afternoon, who, after checking Michael out, expressed surprise that the hospital discharged Michael last week in this condition. He took another chest x-ray, ran some more labs, and . . .
Shall we spin the Wheel of Diagnoses again?
Asthmatic Bronchitis. A pretty bad case of it, I hear tell. This doctor seems to think this would explain the fatigue Michael continues to have, as well as a host of other symptoms.
I have no idea if this is a complication of his surgery/sepsis a few weeks ago, or if he just coincidentally caught the same bug I’ve had for a month (and which half the kids now have) but has been unable to fight it because of his compromised state. I guess that will remain a mystery.
So, a whole new slew of prescriptions, including breathing treatments with a nebulizer.
I haven’t lost hope, but I have to say that it’s hard to kick up my heels at this point. We’ve been down this road many a time in the last few weeks, thinking they’ve finally gotten to the bottom of it and have it all under control, only to watch Michael continue to be very ill.
I’ll stick with cautiously optimistic. We shall see.