In the hospital for two units of blood last night. The lab values certainly showed I needed it. To my disappointment, so far, there has been no improvement in symptoms, which adds another layer of perplexity. I’ve suspended hope for now. Denise says she has enough hope for both of us, which is a good thing. I think it is always easier for an outsider (meaning those who are not feeling the symptoms) to maintain their hope. Tomorrow is a big birthday for her and my hope is that I can focus on her, completely, for one day. My bad year has taken a toil on her.
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J. Michael Jones is a writer and PA who lives in Anacortes, Washington. He is the father of five children, who are now grown and out discovering this wonderful world on their own. He has previously focused his writing on non-fiction including medical topics and issues of the philosophy of Christian thought. With the success of his last book, Butterflies in the Belfry, Michael is now moving into fiction with his first novel, The Waters of Bimini. View more posts