... comes the time we have to pull the tube.
The trial failed. There was no relief. No side effects. No effect whatsoever. We'll ask the doctor about the chances of a mechanical failure of some sort, but it just doesn't look good.
No matter the outcome, I believe in celebrating beginnings and ends. So last night we had a delicious dinner at Pappadeaux. BR had fried catfish, shrimp, and onion rings, and I had a filet and rock lobster. We sat up at the bar, which is where we are most comfortable, and drank a toast to hope.