I'm overdue for giving you all a Vance update, so here it is. I probably shouldn't be writing about this when I'm exhausted (like now), but c'est la vie.
Vance's second blood test came back positive for CMV. Blood tests can have false positives, but with two positive tests, I think it's safe to assume he's still fighting off cytomegalovirus. The blood was drawn almost a month ago at this point, and he's no better than he was in February. This week has been somewhat worse. Case in point: I had a (pretty tasty) black & blueberry pie on the counter, and he skipped it to go to bed last night. You know it's bad when your man doesn't want pie.
He has made an appointment to see an infectious disease specialist next Thursday, and we're assembling a battery of questions for said expert. In the meantime, the words "chronic fatigue syndrome" are being batted around occasionally here. It's always dangerous to self-diagnose with the help of the Internet, but he does have many of the symptoms. Since some people think chronic fatigue can be caused by a Candida overgrowth, I'm looking at putting him on the GAPS diet. It's strict, but if it would get him better, I'm totally game.
We're kind of settling in to a new routine with this illness...the kids are (a little) more understanding of Daddy's need to be in bed, and they don't swarm him as constantly as before. My martyr complex is definitely getting a beat down through all this, for which I'm grateful. Even so, managing our household is pretty solidly a 2-man operation, and I feel pretty wiped out by the end of the day. Lots of moms do this all the time...it's just that I've been spoiled for so long. But I'm getting a little tougher. I think :)
We're more aware than ever that God is the only one who can rescue--both right now and on the last day. He has always been faithful to us, and I see so much good he's working through these past months. Really, truly. But I'm ready for him to say "done!" Until that time, we'll pray for the faith to keep trusting.