Hanging

    The last I heard from the social worker is that Dad probably needs a fistula, but as far as it got was the nephrologist consulted another doctor about it. So now we're waiting to see what happens next. Meanwhile, there are three dialysis facilities relatively near the Blythewood nursing home facility, but unfortunately all of them are about a 20-minute ambulance ride a day (each way, three times a week, in the middle of summer in South Carolina). I'm going to try to get him a slot at the nearest one (6 miles, as against 7 or 11) with the idea of keeping him off the Interstate.
    In the longer run, there's another nursing home facility that's closer to this dialysis facility. If his physical therapy at UniHealth doesn't lead to a miracle cure, I'll probably be moving him there after the 100-day period paid for by Medicare ends. But I'd rather have a miracle and let him move in with Margaret as she wants.