In part three, the mental illness storyline continues, but the mystery of the cause of Mark’s troubles comes somewhat to light. I muse upon the idea that when misfortune besets you, others watching from a distance sometimes suppose you must have done something to deserve it. Just when I think everything’s on the upswing, my daughter springs yet another disturbing surprise. I return to the story of my canyon trip on Thanksgiving Day. Parts of this segment are unpolished–apologies for that. You can find part one of this series here and part two here.
I spent the rest of that night struggling to keep my head and to work up plans to get Mark the help he needed, even if he refused it. The next morning, while he still slept, I rose early and scrambled to discover our options, making some phone calls. The PCP wanted me to bring Mark to the emergency room for a CT scan in case he’d suffered another stroke. A stroke could account for such a radical change in his behavior. With as many CCMs in his brain and brain stem as he has, the possibility that yet another malformed vein had ruptured or begun seeping was significant. Continue reading “Death of an old dog, part three, by Patricia”