... 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.
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That sucks!
Glad you got some Pappadeaux. That was the one Houston restaurant I could have recommended.
-- Z
Z has it right ... that sucks!
Great big hugs to both of you. I was so hoping the prialt would work.
much love,
Kim
Beyond bummer, love you both, thinking of you all the time xxoo
I'm so sorry to hear that the trial failed. Hugs and prayers to you both.
Hi Steve, Hi BR,
I am really gutted the trial did not work.
Thinking of you lots.
Big hugs.
Love,
Herrad
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.
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