Not Off To a Great Start

I have the longest, most convoluted, most insane story to share. I don't even know where to begin, so I think I'm going to leave the story untold for now. Suffice it to say that today has been an extremely long day.

Nasty miscommunication in both hospitals (our local hospital doesn't stand perfect and blameless today). Good news is no infection and they are going to operate tomorrow. For most of the day, however, the company line was "Well, his stoma actually doesn't look very bad at all any more. Hmmm... guess he doesn't need surgery after all, so we'll just keep him here until February when he's bigger and and tougher, when we planned on doing it originally. This is the very best thing that could have happened!"

Tears. Lots of tears. Maybe a few cuss words.

We waited at Crew's bedside for five hours to talk to the surgeon. There was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth when he arrived to deliver a repeat of the company line. Justin intervened before the surgeon and I actually got to physical blows (mostly kidding). After considering all factors, risks, and benefits, the surgery will move forward tomorrow.