Another hospital update.

This morning a little after six I finally managed to speak to the nursing staff.  And I only got disconnected once.  She told me that his high and skinniness 'had a really good nights sleep, was very comfortable and in no pain.'  I listened, I hoped, but experience has made a disbeliever of me.

I told one of my brothers and a friend this morning, both of the nurse's statement and of my distrust.  Both of them told me I was being negative, cynical and not helping anyone.

When the ward was open for business I went to visit.  Sadly I was right.  He looks dreadful this morning and admits to feeling less than perfect.  He says he got very little sleep, is in considerable pain - and nauseous.

Then he went on to give me further less than wonderful news.  Shortly before they started the surgery they discovered the problem was considerably more extensive than they had thought.  A much longer and more complicated operation ensued.  And, worse still, the surgeon visited him this morning and told him that there will be more operations in his future.  Operations plural.

He has now had seven abdominal surgeries - which is more than enough.  Except that it won't be enough.

I didn't stay long this morning - and left hoping he would get some sleep.  I will go back this afternoon.

I am well aware that things could be a great deal worse.  Just the same, I am feeling sad for him.  And tired to the bone.

Thank you so much for all your messages of support.  They have meant a lot - to me and to him.