Lorin for Lin
It is noon on Sunday. I am sitting in the chair next to her bed. She has not yet discovered my presence.
She sleeps. I notice some things missing that make me happy. The oxygen tube is missing. The tube up her nose and down into her stomach is missing…no nausea. Hoo-ray. And I notice other things that add to my happiness. Her color is good. The nurse says the physical therapist was here and she walked up and down the halls. The amount she is being fed through the feeding tube has increased.
Also… they are adding milk of magnesia through the feeding tube. No action yet. Stronger stuff on tap tomorrow if needed.
I am amazed at modern science/medicine, and what can be done when it is applied by compassionate and skillful hands. We continue to pray that her progress will be sure and swift.
We look forward to having her home almost as much as we look forward to breathing. But not as much as she looks forward to familiar walls…and cats. I have not yet mustered up the gumption to smuggle Gobo Fango, super-cat, into the hospital. But I will unleash him onto the floor if they do not spring her by Friday.