Here is the latest update from St. Francis:
Sue is continuing to improve. The heart monitor is gone. Today she is showered already, dressed for Mass at noon, and has walked for some exercise.
Dr. Costas was in yesterday afternoon. He is still puzzled over this episode and thinks it is a reaction to the cold medicine. His advice: Don't take anymore of that stuff. Sue's response: YES SIR! Her Friday EEG was almost normal, and her Saturday MRI looked fine. She still has a deep infection in her sinuses and will go home with antibiotics for another two weeks. Dr. Costas has stopped the anti-viral infusions as he thinks it is not needed. One really bright note is that neither Costas nor O'Brien, the neurologist, thinks Sue has ALS.
Today we have yet to see anyone except the resident on duty. Costas and O'Brien will be in later, and we will update again after that.
Stephanie sent us an interesting e-mail today:
"A Rose and A Sue,
I was talking to Jacob this morning on the way to another band trip and he asked how A Sue was doing. I told him that she was doing better and he said, "Boy, she sure is a fighter." I couldn't agree more! We are all amazed at her fighting spirit. Tell her that we love her and are praying for her everyday. Tell her that I sure hope that her problem remembering includes that story about my cake baking. I'm sure all will return soon, but tell to relegate that story to the dead file. Love to all.
Stef"
Stef, at the moment Aunt Sue doesn't remember ONE cake baking story. She told me that when you were little, you loved to whip up something in the kitchen, pop in the oven, then go out to play. The thing (cake) would just keep on cooking until it was burned. I remember that when Aunt Sue was little, she skipped the whip up and pop in, and went directly to the play. It was your mother who always completed the whole task.
Shirley and her sister, Loretta, arrived yesterday. I picked them up at Midway, and we came here in the afternoon. Later on this morning the four of us will go to Mass in the beautiful chapel here in the hospital.
Scott called last night. We are planning to meet him midway between St. Louis and Louisville to pick up Brayden on Friday. Scott has some managers who are on vacation so he is having to work extra and needs help with childcare. We are only too, too happy to help. We are just sorry that Jalen can't come because of school.
Donald called. He and Vita are going to New York to celebrate their 35th (YES! THIRTY-FIFTH) anniversary. They will be in St. Louis next weekend and will try to get together with us.
This has surely been an ordeal for Sue. However, her sense of humor may be even keener in all of the trauma. Last night we were walking in the hallway. There was brochure posted about reducing your risk factors for heart disease. Sue said, "Yeah, no salt, no fat, no alcohol, no smoking, no good times. You just THINK you're living a long time."
Dr. Costas has her on a low-sodium, low-cholesterol, low-fat, utterly tasteless diet here. She said it reminded her of the old man in Marshfield who was asked about his diet. He said, "If it tastes good, I spit it out because I know I'm not supposed to have it."
I brought coffee and biscuits and gravy from the cafeteria this morning. Sue said it was the best food she's had since she came in here. Of course, she thought she should have spitted it out. Even the resident said it looked delicious.
Sue notes how much the Marshfield Mail terminology is just 'in us.' It gave us 'some better, turn for the better/worse, took sick, keep those cards and letters coming, ' and a lot of others we can't recall right now.
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