Dino's medical team decided today that since there is no pending emergency, Monday is the best day for surgery. By late this afternoon, the lead surgeon, Dr. Norton had already performed four surgeries, and with an eye to having the team totally alert and fully prepared, Monday got the nod. This also will allow Dr. Norton to have his top people available.
For most of the day, there was a mini-crowd gathered in Dino's room (his mom, Mary, my wife, MiMi, his brothers Nick and Amber and Chris and Virginia, his Aunt Anita, and a very special friend, Dr. Lou Zwerling who made the call that got Dino into Stanford). When our man, waiting all day on an empty stomach, was notified of the postponement, he was also cleared of any dietary restrictions and din-din quickly became the priority topic.
I expect he'll entertain visitors this weekend, but since they armed him with a morphine pump, callers and drop-ins can probably expect an affable stare, but certainly no tap dancing or hospital bed races. I found a computer room he can use - whether he'll be up for resuming his blog right now, I don't know. I'm just a messenger - we'd all rather have our leader speaking to us again.
And, as has been the case all along, your vibes are coming through loud and clear. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. For today . . .