Going home

I'm pretty much done being big and brave. Mom and Dad are on their way here to come and get me and take me home to Fairview. Since none of the doctors here know what's going on, we're going to start over in Nashville where there's at least a bigger pool of doctors and hospitals. I don't want to think about starting over, obviously, but at least we know more than we knew a month ago - we know all the meds that don't work, and we know the MRI was normal, and we know what the neurologist said, and we know that I should have lab results back on Monday.

My mom told me to make sure I have some dress clothes and shoes too in case we have to have Bucky's funeral soon. That's my grandmother. She's not doing well. Obviously she hasn't been since her knee replacement surgery followed by heart attack over Thanksgiving, but all the sudden this week she's gone gotten worse apparently. The hospice nurse told them to make funeral arrangements. We'll see.

I'm upset about leaving. I don't want to leave my friends. I'll have my family, but my friends are here. :(

I don't know when I'll be coming back. I don't know what will happen. I'm tired. I won't have internet at my parents' house so I won't be able to update the blog. Just keep praying. Thanks.