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Just A Dab Will Do You

Just a quick update. All is well so far, no last minute surgeon vacation, and Leo is still healthy...
They also got all his blood work sorted out and matched eventually. Those who know Dartmouth might be aware that they recently switched over to a new program and the resulting chaos has been funny to witness.   As long as it isn't at our expense...Although the surgery scheduling snafu definitely was a example of the mess the new system has created.  Speaking of schedule, here is what we know so far: On Monday we have to arrive there at 6:30, and they will probably take him and start the prep work by 7:30ish. After that the surgery is estimated at 8 hours, so we are looking at meeting him back at the PICU between 3 and 5ish. I have a feeling its going to be the longest 8 hours of my life.
What happens scheduling wise after the surgery depends on Leo. How well he recovers etc...

I also just wanted to explain a little about the Holy Unction service that we are having for him tomorrow (Sunday) at 2:00pm in the Orthodox church in Claremont, NH. (Church Site) The service will be on the church radio if you can't make it but still have access to the internet.  Here is a basic explanation:

(The mystery of holy unction provides both physical and spiritual healing with holy oil blessed by the Holy Spirit.  Everyone in the Orthodox Church may be anointed with the holy oil for the healing of spiritual and bodily ills. The service follows the apostolic tradition mentioned in the New Testament "...let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord; and the prayer of faith will save the sick man, and the Lord will raise him up; and if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven" (James 5:14-15).  Holy unction is a mystery of great comfort to the faithful. It provides uplifting and asks for patience to accept the will of God whatever the physical outcome.)

So there you go. Hope to see you there. 


  1. So I read somewhere recently that in Psalms when David talks about being anointed, that he is referring to an oil shepherd's placed on their sheep's mouths. The oil kept the flies from planting their eggs in the sheep's mouths, so that they wouldn't go crazy and butt their heads trying to get the flies out.

    While I am praying for Leo, I am also praying that you would be anointed, that the flies of worry and doubt and fear and restlessness would not find home in your mind and heart. Lots of prayers your way, he is one tough cookie.

  2. Praying with the cloud of witnesses. Run Leo! Run!

  3. "Throw your heart (and your prayer!) over the fence and the rest will follow..."
    Praying that these 8 hours of Leo's surgery will pass with flying colours!!

  4. Thinking of you!

  5. getting out the big, long burning candle to put before the icons....I will put it between St. Michael and our Lady Theotokos....two of the most powerful members of my prayer circle.
    Blessings, Claire

  6. You and Leo will be on our thoughts and prayers all day Monday.

  7. From Matushka Karlgut:

    God speed tomorrow! May the merciful Lord guide the hands of physicians, protect Leo, and give strength and peace to the waiting parents and grandparents. Hoping that the day will go quickly and the surgery a great success. Will light a seven day candle in front of the icon of the Theotokos and another to the healer saints. Sending lots of love and prayers your way. All the Karlguts.

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  9. Love to you all and prayers for peace, protection and God's healing hands.


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