Friday, December 11, 2009

Seems we just get started and before you know it

... 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.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

That sucks!

Glad you got some Pappadeaux. That was the one Houston restaurant I could have recommended.

-- Z

Cranky said...

Z has it right ... that sucks!

Kim said...

Great big hugs to both of you. I was so hoping the prialt would work.

much love,
Kim

Hayley said...

Beyond bummer, love you both, thinking of you all the time xxoo

DHutch said...

I'm so sorry to hear that the trial failed. Hugs and prayers to you both.

Herrad said...

Hi Steve, Hi BR,

I am really gutted the trial did not work.

Thinking of you lots.
Big hugs.
Love,
Herrad

steve said...

Thanks for the comments for support, y'all. Looks like we are about to transition into a new phase needs and care. I'm working on getting my head into the right space to cope with the change.