The head-head
surgeon was in. Mike's pancreatic numbers are normal. We are now dealing with the aftereffects of
the attack, which can also be lethal.
However, the head-head surgeon smirked when I told him what the previous
surgeon said. I remain hopeful.
If you don't get emails for a
stretch, not to worry. I'm almost out of juice, and I don't have my power cord.
For those of you who don't know the
story: I packed a suitcase. The guys who
drove the ambulance to the airport told me that my suitcase wouldn't be allowed
on the plane because of bulk and weight. When I arrived at 3:30-4:00 am, I
pulled things out of the suitcase and stuffed them into shopping bags. It didn't get to take all of it because I was
concerned they would make me leave things on the tarmac. Our power cords got
left behind.
We flew to Honolulu in an ambulance
plane about the size of a large pencil. Sadly, neither the sun nor the moon was
outshining on the water as we flew the 200 miles. While I had heard that flying in a small
plane can be bumpy, this was the smooth flight, and the landing was one of the
best I have ever known.
Friends on the island are putting
together a care package, including my power cords, and sending it to us.
Thanks again for your concern and
prayers and being willing to tolerate my need to share the news with
everyone. It means I don't have to carry
it alone.
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