I woke up the next morning expecting the "happily ever after" to begin. After all, God had blessed Christopher with an instant healing miracle. He was eating everything in sight and growing normally. His feeding tubes were out, and all the necessary surgical repairs had been made. In a few days the surgical sites would heal over, and 16 years of chronic illness and tube feeding would be nothing but a distant memory.
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For the next 10 days Christopher faithfully took his pills and diligently cleaned the surgical sites. The wounds were healing up nicely, and the surgeons were very happy with his progress. It appeared that the door was about to be shut on this chapter of our lives once and for all. That is until about day 12 when somebody stuck their foot in the door!
The next morning I called the surgeon's office to make an appointment, but on the way to the appointment I received a call from the hospital wondering where Christopher was. Apparently, he was late for his surgery! This was certainly news to me! I had no idea that a surgery had even been scheduled. I explained this to the nurse who said there must be some kind of mix-up. I told her I had an appointment scheduled for Christopher at the surgeon's office, and that we would just work things out once we got there.
To our surprise we had quite the welcoming committee waiting for us once we arrived at the doctor's office for the appointment. The tiny exam room was filled with doctors, interns, and students all eager to get a look. The surgeon "in charge" examined Christopher and then determined that surgery was the only option. He explained that they needed to go in, open the site back up, clean it out, and leave it open in order for it to heal from the inside out. Christopher was less than thrilled with this revelation, and he made his discontent known. He wondered aloud just why they couldn't do it right here, right now, in the office. Clearly stunned, the surgeon reminded him that it would HURT A LOT! Christopher reminded him that he had a high pain tolerance, and that he just wanted to get this over with. Somewhat reluctantly, the
surgeon agreed. With the necessary supplies and personnel in place he opened up the site, cleaned it out, and put in some sterile dressing to hold the incision open. Christopher didn't move, cry, or even let out even as much as an "ouch." It was hard for me to believe, but he said it really didn't hurt that bad! I guess God really had blessed him with an incredibly high pain tolerance after all. The doctor told us that we could remove the dressing after a week or so. We left the office with MORE antibiotics and strict instructions for wound care.
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