Oh, did I try?!!!! I might have found my new calling as I was a nurse and happily trying to travel with my Husband. Don't worry; I will continue to do everything. I dearly love my brother, as I have said before; shame on Dr., especially his primary. But I am 75 and living in the present. UCSF played their game and blocked me. Mayo was willing to take it home. Their egos were hurt. So, he is in a skilled nursing facility due to a fractured femur. Of course, there was no operation; he was discharged after five days. I spoke per sally to Mayo, and they said they just requested our courtesy.
I never answered back, so he is doing dialysis three xs a week, and I am trying so hard to find a place to train for Home Hero. Like in the next stage, any signatures are happily accepted. I have gotten a little backup, which is quite costly. I wonder if I mentioned my dear husband, and I cook all his meals. There is no such thing as a renal dietitian. I do not want to keep chatting; I am taking up many other dear options time. The good thing is my brother was a well-known chef, and our whole family loves to cook. I have been into ayurvedic medicine for years, so we are the three. I am so looking forward to seeing my little grandchildren tomorrow. I guess today, there is a sense of either exhaustion or acceptance of resignation—a burnout. I thank everyone for their support and hope that as I get through this trauma, I may help others. On a funny note, Michael and I were supposed to be hiking the Dolomites in June.
Stage. Well, our training went by the wayside. So we save tomorrow for the next fight and stay steady. No choice,

Yes, the fluid was removed. My brother was discharged from the hospital to a skilled facility and was taken to Davita on a stretcher in a van this week. I have called Stanford; I'm worried he needs cardiac ablation to relieve continued shortness of breath. Mayo spoke to me and told me, out of courtesy, to ask for a referral to Mayo, and they said they would. Accept. The social worker and discharge planner Ignored the request.
So, crossing our fingers, we will make the appointment for his heart on May 17th at Mayo. I am being ignored for speaking my mind. How dare I. It's like I am a student in school being punished for telling the hospital what mistakes might have been made or oversights. As a retired nurse, I should have remembered—the egos. Thank you for all your support. It helps me so much to stay strong.