The week of the wound

Dear all dedicated blogspotters: I apologize for taking so long to update. I made my first mistake by pronouncing that "not much happens on weekends" in hospitals. I jinxed it! Tom was doing well when I left him Saturday night. He was demanding mozarella and had tuned into the Yankees. But then on Sunday his temperature spiked dramatically because the wound had become badly infected. He was taken to the OR. The wound opened again. Dead tissue was cleaned out. The leg was declared a mess. Poor Tom was left sedated for the night because the dotors wanted to have at him again today. The second operation was performed this afternoon and we are all, Tom included, satisfied that as much as can be done has been done. The miracle is that all his other body parts are holding up, most importantly his kidneys. The lungs are good too. The swimming has paid off. So I venture, hesitantly (jinx), to say that progress is occurring. The focus is now on healing the wound. While all this was going down at NY Presbyterian Hospital, Marion Breed Lindsay, Tom's fourth grandchild, was welcomed into the community of Christian souls by way of baptism. One more voice of suppliction for Tom's total recovery. We are grateful for every blessing, little Marion's especially.

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