Day 4:
Morning came with unpleasant news. He had lost a lot of blood throughout the night and they didn’t know why.
I was only able to be with him for about twenty minutes before they began looking for the bleeds. The first procedure was an Ultrasound followed by Endoscopy.
There was nothing for us to do but wait. We reminisced and shared stories. I found the ability to eat a little. Hours passed (nearly seven if I were counting) before I could see him again. The update from the doctors brought no real answers. They still needed to perform a CT Scan but needed to stabalize him first. I cried. I rested my headed against his and I told him how important it is for him to stay strong and to fight.  I told him how much he was needed.  I told him to tell his cells to find the problem and fix it. I told him I love him.
Saying goodnight was difficult. Knowing he had a long night ahead of him was scary. Knowing there was nothing any of us could do felt crippling. I cried most of the way home.
I was almost as happy to see Zoe (his dog) as she was to see me. (Don’t tell him but I’ve grown to care for her deeply. One might even say I love her.) She has been a trooper through all of this. She misses him , she is anxiously awaiting his return.  I keep telling her I miss him too.
His sister and her “husband” came over to keep Zoe and I company for a while. It was nice not feeling so alone……….Until they headed back to get some rest at the motel.
Zoe looked for him before she laid down on the floor next to my side of the bed. It was then  I missed him even more. And again I cried.