Jack has been a trooper. Most of his pain is not so much from his large incisions, but from where they spread his ribs to access the lymphatic vessels.
The surgeon from Texas has been in touch twice, now, inquiring about his recovery. She is going above and beyond what I ever expected. Just couldn't ask for a nicer person.
I'm a little apprehensive about taking Jack back to GVS on Wednesday, though I don't think they will have to do much--just a quick ultrasound to check for fluid in his chest. They don't expect to know much because he is a slow leaker, thus the 2 week to a month wait. I just worry that he's going to be frightened. I'll give him pain meds before I take him in at 8 a.m. to calm him, and I'll wait for him.
I'm hoping that I'll be able to take him camping and traveling once again. I loved seeing him out of suburbia and urbia - free to run, swim, an explore as a free spirit. I thought I had a lot to write about, but my mind is cluttered with worry about Jack and other things happening at the moment. Not sure, even whether I will publish this.
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