Forward, back, forward

Yesterday as I was getting ready to leave for the hospital I received a call from them that Marty's white count was up, he had a fever and some fluid in his lungs. They said they would do a CAT scan to see what was going on and possibly extubate (remove the ventilator) him later in the day.

When I got there they had just finished with the CAT scan and Marty was very awake (or as much as can be with all the medication) and when he saw me, he cried. I wanted to jump up and down, but instead told him everything was OK. They still didn't have the results of the scan when I left and weren't ready to extubate him at that time.

When I called this morning, the nurse told me that Marty had an OK night, but was "complaining of pain", and a little light went on and I said, "Oh! You extubated him!" The nurse told me they had removed the ventilator last night at 9 p.m. I feel like a giddy schoolgirl this morning and can't wait to see Marty today.

I'm hoping the scan shows nothing and that he's just getting better and better and can be moved to our area soon.

Thanks for the prayers and well-wishes, again.