His dear brilliant thoracic surgeon told him it was not safe for him to keep trying to get his nutrition with Ensure. He's visibly losing weight. He's already had one bleeding episode. He is in danger.
Rich is talking to other specialists in Chicago and Pittsburgh about other surgical techniques, etc. He's trying to get out of the feeding tube because he's afraid of the trauma of the insertion.
The very patient and kind surgeon and physician's assistant spent hours talking to him.
I don't think he's thinking clearly.
At one point (several, actually) I almost got up and left the room. I wanted to tell him he's on his own. He was being unreasonable and irrational. I was almost in tears. I closed my eyes and prayed. I'm sure the grace from your prayers was filling the room too.
The PA told him his doctor would not do the surgery if he did not get the feeding tube first. His doc said he is visibly malnourished. He even said, very gently, that Rich looks like he just got out of a concentration camp.
Finally, Rich said why can't I have a couple more days to think about it. (He's already had several days.) The good doctor said he could reschedule for Friday.
Rich is still not sure if he will do it Friday. He might want to opt instead to have the surgery done by some doctor in Pittsburgh who has a lot of experience with accalasia.
I told him I can't go to Pittsburgh. I have a family here who needs me. U of M is an excellent medical center.
I'm so emotionally exhausted from this and other stressful stuff in my life that I've retreated to my bed where I'm "playing" with my laptop.
God bless you all and thank you for your prayers!