can't open his eyes, and is on a feeding tube. I blame the hospital for this, since they lowered his coumadin levels last week in order to do some tests. Then he came home for Thanksgiving, and his levels were way too low, and this was most probably the cause of his stroke. I can't tell you how terrified, grief-stricken and alone I feel right now. To make matters worse, we were just in the middle of doing our wills and health directives, so they're not completed in time.
I hate to say it, but I don't know if he'll recover, and it kills me to see him suffer. I'll be speaking to the doctor tomorrow in the morning. I don't know how I'm going to make it.
I hate to say it, but I don't know if he'll recover, and it kills me to see him suffer. I'll be speaking to the doctor tomorrow in the morning. I don't know how I'm going to make it.