Kim and I walked (a sort of miracle in itself from Kim's perspective - walking pain free) from the Ronald McDonald House to the hospital this a.m. through a nice, fresh dusting of snow. Many of these old row homes of Chicago are beautiful.
We were greeted by a droopy-eyed, but awake Ben who was anxious to have his breathing tube removed. We waited for the doctors to do rounds. The surgeons and much of the surgical team came by and gave Ben a good report. Like all post op patients, there is constant tinkering with his medications and pain management.
After an echocardiogram to make sure that the blood was flowing well in the newly repaired coronary artery, they were finally able to remove the breathing tube. He whispered "thank you" as soon as it came out. Now he's talking and wanting to know when the rest of these tubes can come out. Not for a few days, of course.
Kim and I got a good lunch at The Spicy Pickle and were greeted by Pastor Joel when we got back to Ben's floor. We appreciate our local faith community and wider church network so much, indispensable parts of our extended family.
Everyone says how well they think he is doing. We think so, too.
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