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I might try to say more tomorrow, but today is not a good time to spend a lot
of time curating a good post. We’re reeling from today’s news. We knew that it
was bad. I mean, just look at him; it had to be bad. But we didn’t know quite
how bad. There are five types of infections. When Nick first arrived in this
universe, he contracted a virus, and shortly thereafter, he got a bacterial
infection. These might be the two most common. There are some people who just
get the cold every year, whether they take a vaccine for it or not. Fungal
infections are fairly common too, and they often go untreated, because
symptoms are sometimes rather mild, albeit fairly gross. He also managed to
suffer from a fungus when he used some unclean showers in Iowa, but before
that, a parasite took hold of him when he was exposed to the wrong plant at
the nursery where he worked. All of this happened during the first quarter of
this year, and he thought that he was out of the woods for a while. Sadly,
that has turned out to not be true, though we didn’t know until today that the
disease that he has is yet another infection. You see, all four of the types
of infections that you’re familiar with can potentially be deadly. None of
them is totally safe. But there is a fifth type that you have probably never
even heard of, and the worst part about it is that it is always fatal.
It’s called a prion, and while some prion diseases can be treated to some degree,
they are the least understood class. The good news (or bad, depending on how
you look at it), is that everything I’ve been doing with him has been
everything that the doctor would have ordered had he diagnosed this before.
Managing symptoms is the only possibly helpful course of action. Now that he
knows that it’s there, he can study it more, and tweak some of Nick’s
medications, but that’s about it. The horrible truth is that he is going to
die from this. He may have a few months to live, but the doctor doesn’t see
him making it through the New Year. I’ve written more than I planned on. I
better end it here, so I can get back to taking care of him. We’ll see how
much time I have tomorrow, or if I’m even emotionally up to it.
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