|School is out for the summer!|
|Ride the wake!|
The surgery was still a couple of weeks away, but two weeks might as well have been two years as far as Christopher was concerned. That last week in June just couldn't come soon enough. We tried to reschedule the surgery for an earlier date, but there weren't any other dates available. June 28th would just have to do. He resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't be able to "jump the wake" until mid-July.
|I'd rather be boating!|
His attitude towards the leaking holes was becoming hostile. The leaks did more than just irritate the skin around the still healing holes. Christopher was IRRITATED and at his wits end about the whole thing. He had gone through boxes of gauze and literally yards of Coban. His frustration translated into a slight weight loss since he equated eating with increased leakage.
I tried to remind him (and myself) about the fact that God had blessed him with an instant healing miracle. His GI tract had been healed, and after 16 years of getting nutrition from a tube he was now able to eat real food from a fork. I encouraged him (and myself) to concentrate on the incredible merciful healing that God had done in him. He understood intellectually with his head, but his heart was longing to ride the waves on his wakeboard. It's next to impossible to reason with the heart. The heart "wants what it wants," and those holes were just getting in the way. He wanted them gone. I think that if I would have let him, he might have actually stitched them up all by himself. I would spend the next couple of week trying to boost his spirits and hiding my sewing needles.
When the date on the calendar finally revealed the day of the pre-op appointment with the surgeon, we both breathed a sigh of relief. On June 26th we met with the surgeon at her office, so that she could examine Christopher, and we could go over the details of the surgery.
Christopher lay on his back on the examination table, the white paper crunching each time he moved. The surgeon began the routine of poking and prodding around his abdomen and then announced her surgical plan. The surgery would be a fairly simple one. She would simply go into the holes, open them all the way up, clean them out, and sew them back up from the inside out. There would be layers of stitches that would dissolve over time. The surgery would take around an hour or so, and Christopher could go home later that night.
We left the surgeon's office feeling great anticipation. We were so close to all of this finally being over. In a couple of days the surgery would be done, and the holes would be closed. Chronic illness and feeding tubes would become a thing of the past, nothing but a distant memory. Christopher's future would be full...full of nothing but good food!
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