We brought all the kids up and went to Sacrament Meeting at Primary Children’s Hospital. Talmage heard the prelude music and said, “This is just like our church!” He saw the stream of kids coming in with their tubes and towers. Some kids came in their red wagons. Talmage asked, “Is this a parade?”
It felt right to worship with so many who are suffering so openly. No one tries to cover up their pain. In like manner, Jesus brings out his broken flesh and blood every week for us to see. If we are willing to bring our pain to the throne of grace, our suffering can be swallowed up in His. I commit to make my chapel more like a hospital than a country club.
We ate lunch with Susan, Harrison, and all the kids. Then they left and Nat and I stayed for Max’s first dressing change since the surgery. It was rough. Two hours of peeling off bloody gauze, cleaning, and redressing. Nat described it afterwards, “I thought he was bleeding from every pore.” Dr Lewis and the nurses are so good at their jobs – Nat and I are eternally grateful.
- Max’s lungs look perfect – he might be able to come off the ventilator tomorrow! We can’t wait to talk to our boy again!
- We can’t see any swelling in his face
- The grafts are taking. Dr. Lewis said they look excellent
- Max has his first post-op dressing behind him