WH Chronicle No. 7.12.13

July 12, 2013

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!
The love and support we’ve received from everyone has been amazing.  It is as if you all have been holding our hands via technology.  I’ve always preferred hugging warm bodies—but my Macbook is very warm—so whatever works.  The well wishes have been welcomed gifts.

Tom’s surgery went extremely well.   It took two tries and over 7 hours, they were able to completely correct the leaking valve with minimally invasive robotic heart surgery.   I think the cardiac surgeon was very pleased with her knitting job.  It's really amazing. 

As far as the recovery ups and downs--we are enduring.  I’ll spare you, and myself, recounting the details.  It has not been easy.  They say it will get much easier. 

Most importantly, Tom is out of ICU.   Pressures, rhythms, and other important heart functions are finally stable.    Thank goodness. 

If all goes as scheduled, he’ll be discharged early next week.  We’ll come back for post-op check up five days later.   After that we are free to depart the 75 degree weather of Cleveland. 

The kids have been great.  They want to stay pretty close to Tom, but are happy going on walks and exploring the campus while he sleeps.  Amazingly, they navigate their way around this huge hospital; and in the process they have charmed the ICU nursing staff.   We are extremely grateful to Dave and Deb for giving the kids some time away from the hospital.  They are filling those shoes that all of you in Austin wish you could wear for us.  Same for Don, Tom’s brother; he was here during the surgery.   So we have been in extremely capable hands—professionally and familially (?).  If this doesn’t alleviate your worries—then reread the above.  All of this, coupled with your warm thoughts, makes us incredibly fortunate!  Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.  

“Be careful reading health books.  You might die of a misprint.”  Mark Twain

“Our prayers for others flow more freely than for ourselves.  This shows we are made to live by charity.”  C. S. Lewis

"The ultimate indignity is to be given a bedpan by a stranger who calls you by your first name." 
Maggie Kuhn

Breathing gratefulness,


The day before surgery at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
The Rolling Stones Exhibit

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