At 5:00pm, my GI doctor came to visit, fully intending, I believe, to send me home. However, it wasn't long into our conversation that I realized he'd changed his mind. All I had to do was tell him that I still couldn't eat. So now, another procedure scheduled for tomorrow. He did promise that as long as the finding weren't CRAZY he'd send me home after I proved I could eat some soft foods.
I've come to accept we may never know what caused me to be in this state. The constant pain and discomfort may take a long time to go away, but it has lessened. And I can't eat "real" food, but at least I can eat soft, bland foods. This isn't the end of this health saga for me. Whatever is found tomorrow, I will have to continue with out patient care. But I can go home. I can sleep next to my husband. I can cuddle with my boys. And God willing, I can celebrate Christmas with our families.
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