The procedure yesterday went well, and didn't cause Cliff any more discomfort that he was already experiencing except for a sore throat. I'll be heading back to the hospital in a few minutes.
I finally realize the doctors don't quite know what to do with this case; all they can do is try one thing and then another, and hope something works. They are only human, and they're doing the best they can. I applaud their efforts. I can sense the word "if" when they explain what they are doing, even though they don't say it. I have heard them say "We hope..." a couple of times.
I hope and pray Cliff's battered body will begin to heal so that he can regain his appetite and once again enjoy life.
Yesterday while he was awaiting his latest procedure, he said, "I can tell, when the nurses touch me, which ones really care."
God bless caring nurses.
Meanwhile, I have to be careful where I touch him because so many places hurt.
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