3 Weeks

Another doctor called in, this one specializing in problems with the blood. Lots more tests and a nuclear scan of the abdomen. Still, they are unable to find any reason not already found.  We're now two weeks down with heart stent, so I'm holding to hope that when they can start withdrawing the blood thinners in place for heart healing, Jimi might begin to build his own blood.  We're now up to 16 transfusions. Still a rough road ahead with the dialysis and constant blood monitoring.  With some unfixable gut issues, this won't go away without a miracle, but hopefully can be managed for a time at home.  He really is generally a good patient, but asks about just being allowed to go out and breathe some different air for a minute on the days there's some sunshine. So far he hasn't managed to talk them into it.
Handy Man has had a couple of job offers and still doesn't quite know what he should do.
Me, well, no matter that I have hours upon hours of hospital experience, it just doesn't ever get easier when someone you love is in a hard place. That place of being guilty when you are at work leaving someone to who is rather defenseless, and being guilty when you are at the hospital and leaving your classroom is ever present. And the hospital nonsense that simply never ends is exhausting.
I pray we get some answers to get Uncle Jimi home and I pray Handy Man can feel good about how to go forward.