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[ljgeoff]

This afternoon, Len had an appointment with his new doctor. The appointment was supposed to be an hour long, but it lasted three hours. I was amazed at how much time they gave him and how thorough they were. The doc didn't seem too enthusiastic about the possibility of Lyme. Len got some new drugs to help him sleep, and for the nausea when he has a vertigo attack. He also insisted that Len see a psych professional - a very good thing, I think. I think that it's amazing he hasn't sunk into deep depression and done something to himself, with all that he's gone through.

Going through all of his symptoms made me want to weep. And Len's stalwart heart, grinning in the face of it. By the end he was worn out, but feeling upbeat. Very glad, I think, to see that the doctor was willing to search some more for what the hell is going on with him. "I'm concerned that Dr. Morely (the neurologist) was at a dead end," he said. "She's someone that I respect very much, and if she's stumped, then ... well, we'll do what we can." Then he muttered, shaking his head, "Some auto-immune thing?"

As I left him, I wanted to hug him close, but I've been feeling sick and didn't want to risk passing it on to him. So I waved, and said that I would see him again tomorrow.