Since my last update, he managed to contract two types of MRSA , had a trackeostomy (sp!) and has developed the lamentable tendency to wrench out his feeding and breathing tubes, but improvement is there - if painfully slow.
Meanwhile, I have been electronically trackeostomized and unable to communicate. My router suddenly realized it had been created about the time the first flint knife was chipped, then the tower fan failed and now this machine tends to shut itself off frequently and inconveniently - which is why I have not been able to successfuly update or respond to the kindness of your messages.
My Dears, your thoughts and prayers mean so much to me, nevertheless, because one's world becomes a dark and narrow tunnel traversed between home and a tired, fragile man tied to machines in a hospital bed.