But what David heard from his doctor a month ago was surprisingly just as bad.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I can’t help you. I’m sorry.”
His GP is finally at as much a loss as we are. Even the homeopathic route hasn’t made a difference.
So on Monday, we are off for a full day of poking, prodding and testing with the infectious disease unit at the Cleveland Clinic. It will be a long day, but if we finally have a result that makes sense and is treatable, it will all be worth it.
Because he is the center of our world. Our family needs him. We hate seeing him struggle just to get out of bed. We want to see him laughing and smiling all the time; for a very long time.
Prayers and positive thoughts will be much appreciated as we start this new part of his medical journey.