Mellow But Miserable

The last few days have been quiet but kind of sad. This sprint of steroids seems to be making Tate weaker than the last two did. His whole body aches, and he has no strength to walk at all. He has been eating all his meals in his room, and we can see that sitting up in bed and transferring himself to his wheelchair takes everything he’s got. Tonight he gets the last dose of Prednisone, and we hope to him improving again soon. On the positive side, his sleep seems to be normal so far. The last few times he took steroids he was awake at all hours, wild-eyed and miserable.

Atticus is still Tate’s most constant companion. But being a cat, sometimes he is at the foot of Tate’s bed purring, and sometimes he is a scratchy, bitey monster attacking everything in sight.

Tate continues to amaze us with his fortitude. Not once has he spoken of giving up despite his constant trials. I want him to get his life back. We can see him working toward it every day, even on the bad days.