I did not go back up there tonight because I talked with Vicki about 4:30 PM
and she figured in the smaller cardiac care rooms, there would likely be
people coming and going, plus visitors, and John wouldn't be talking yet any
way. He is on the ventilator which is the big thing they stick down your
throat to allow better breathing. Vicki said her mom saw him raise his
eyebrows as if he recognized Vicki tonight. He is, of course, strongly
medicated to manage the tremendous pain. His lab work is almost in all the
normal categories so that is wonderful news all by itself. I have a
diabetic class tomorrow morning in the same hospital and Sandy and my
daughter are going and we will be able to stop in to see John and Vicki
after this short class. They are attempting to wean John off the ventilator
but when they do, he begins a heart flutter but Sandy said this is common
and with such severe heart surgery, that's how they go about getting you
back to breathing on your own. We are watching a miracle in progress, in my
opinion, because every minute he lives, increases his chances of recovering.
He is far from out of the woods, of course, but this wasn't your average
every day root canal. Frankly, I have found this very difficult myself and
for a number of reasons. Largely because, over the last 10 years of my
life, I have lost a number of friends. Three, in particular, I consider to
be best friends. John and I have gotten very close over the years and even
more so in the last couple of three years. I am tired of people dying that
I know, including my own mom about four and a half years ago. Fortunately,
I have no doubt that every one of the people I know who have died in these
last few years, I will get to see again and for ever and that's pretty good
to know. Vicki and John, I know, both appreciate your prayers for them.
Jesus is listening.
Phil.
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