Calypso has had a very rough 2 weeks. She's been very ill. We still don't know what's going on. I have lost confidence in and respect for our local doctor after the way the most recent episode and requests related to it have been handled. Calypso continued to deteriorate. I very much want to avoid having her admitted to the local hospital yet again for a variety of reasons but it seemed we were headed that way. With the help of an old friend a couple hours away I found a specialist. Thanks to the same friend, who also happens to be a nurse I was able to bring Calypso to his family's house so that if an ER trip and resulting admission became necessary we were in striking distance of the hospital where the specialist practices.
Today was pretty bad and I thought for sure we'd be heading to the hospital. Thank God for my friends. They were able to get fluids and some medication into my poor girl and for the first time in days she is sleeping. The nurse half of the couple has also graciously agreed to come along to the specialist's appointment to be an extra set of ears for me. I need that because quite honestly, I am worn down and this is too important an appointment for me to miss something because I am not at the top of my game. Calypso may yet wind up being hospitalized but at least if it's after the appointment we will be doing so not in a state of panic but because it's part of an overall plan.
I am profoundly grateful for the advocacy, comfort, know-how, encouragement, and love of these friends and counting it all.
I'm also deeply grateful for any prayers given or good thoughts held for gaining an accurate diagnosis and effective treatment so we can, once and for all, get our girl back on her feet.