It’s Sunday night and Rudy and I are getting ready to bed down for the night after a day together with family. Rolf, Oma and the kids just left to go home to Santa Barbara. We had a good afternoon together watching football (Go Giants!) and a movie at Rudy’s bedside. The kids hadn’t seen him for a couple of weeks so it was good to have them come down even if it was a quick turnaround.
Rudy’s condition hasn’t changed much. The weekend team had to stop the feeds to his stomach as his midsection got quite big and there was concern he wasn’t tolerating the nutrition. I don’t think this is so much the concern anymore but they have decided not to start the feeds back up again. The strategy, simply put, at this point is to pump him with a bunch of calories intravenously and eliminate any calorie-burning activity i.e. feeds, sprints off the vent, etc. (for maybe a week or so) in hopes that he will gain strength. So, for now the doctor’s orders are for Rudy to spend Thanksgiving packing on the calories while lounging in bed! Not bad!!
A “promise of progress” does seem to renew itself with the start of each new week and, in light of that, I pray for reassurance this week eventhough the pace of this journey seems to be slowing down even more.