Chico is doing well. The surgery scheduled for today has been post poned. Today's orthopaedic surgeon described surgery this weekend as an 'aggressive' approach and not necessarily the one that would bring the best results. It was the first time this doc has seen Chico. He said he wanted some time to think about Chico's leg and situation. His quick and direct assessment of the situation was welcome.
We thought we wanted to just get on with it but hey, if waiting is a better idea, we're good with that-as they say.
The emotional ebb and flow continues. We begin to feel more isolated. The shifting sands of who is most needy at what moment have arrived! We actually do know who is most vulnerable here. Although Chico's face looks normal from across the room, a glance at the toes or the 'external fixature' is all it takes to know that the healing is steady but incremental, and varied. We're off the tree but we're not free and clear yet.
Last night Chester was visited by some close friends briefly on their way through Albany. It was great for him to look forward to that through the day. In the brilliant sunshine he walked downtown. Albany becomes an interesting city the more time we spend here. There is some beautiful architecture.
Inside this bustling hospital there is a microcosm of our nation's residents. Patients represent all ages, races and socio economic standings. The professional and support staffs come from many, many countries including Ukraine, Pakistan, India, Rwanda and Mexico. I can't exactly ask each person for a bio, though I'd like to. The place is rich in accents and perspectives that enhance our interest and experience in general. There are also plenty of people who have lived in this area or somewhere else in the United States for their entire lives. We enjoy hearing their stories too. The relational part of the hospital stay is critical.
We are in the Orthopaedic ward. It is quiet and yellow. ["The bones are shuckelating," says Chico on the phone. The phone is tiring for him. He has used it three times and he definitely rises to the occassion but prefers not to at this point.] So this ward is pretty quiet but the main drag (hallway) downstairs is never empty. During the day it is bustling. It is like a city sidewalk-not a Bristol sidewalk-a city sidewalk. Even in the hours from midnight to 6 AM we usually encounter a few people down there. Security guards begin to recognize Chester and me. I show them pictures. They express wonder.
Ok, people. There's a little ramble from us. Please send us a little ramble of your own. I miss hearing from you.