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The Pursuit (post-op day 7/8)

A thousand apologies that I didn't get to the blog last night, since I pretty much collapsed into a deep sleep the moment my feet touched the threshold of our house. This hospital stuff is exhausting! Anyway so I found a computer here at the hospital but the blasted thing doesn't even have automated spell check; this is truly a dinosaur.
I won't keep you in suspense any longer, Leo had a decent day yesterday with them upping some of the doses of the narcotics to figure out how much his body is craving. Now they have "caught" him so to speak and this afternoon they will start the wean. And of course, our guy, if things look too slow will take matters into his own hands. Last night he managed to yank out his NG tube and then proceeded to down several bottles of milk. So finally his face is free of all the tubes and he is much, much happier with himself. He also had a MRI yesterday morning, and even though he screamed bloody murder the whole time, the scans look great and so he is on for surgery tomorrow morning to re-internilize his shunt. Even though it's another surgery, compared to what he went through a week ago today, this is a cake walk. We hope. And it just brings us one step closer to home.
Home! This morning driving in to the hospital I listend to the reading of the Declaration of Independence...yes I really did! Yes, yes I know that I usually get my news updates through the Colbert Report so this might come as a shock, but I really did listen and the thing that really struck me this time, was all that talk about making this country a better place so that people could pusue their happiness, whatever that entails. Happiness? A better place to call home? Most days I look around me and think that's all a crock of bull. But today, the day we usually blow up things, get bloated with burgers and if we are lucky, give thanks to all the folks who decided to talk matters into their own hands, I feel lucky to be here. Yeah, yeah it is far from perfect, but the reason my son is mostly perfect, is only because of this country and its although idealistic sometimes, perhaps obbsessive in cases,  pursuit of happiness. The chance, actually several chances at life that my son has been given here, would have been denied him in other countries. Definitely in my "motherland" in Russia. He would have been, if not aborted, not shunted and locked away in an insitution. I owe my happiness to this country. And so, on this day which I will spend not at a BBQ in riotous celebration, but in a quiet ICU room, I salute my country and give thanks in prayer that Leo had the gumption and the luck to be born here, to us. Happy 4th everyone!

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  1. JaniceJuly 5, 2011 at 6:37 AM

    So true - we have been so blessed to be born in this country! Leo is in my prayers today and always. God Bless Leo, his family and his doctors.

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