Surgery update (a funny subject line eluded me this morning)

Greetings, friends and family,

I'm going to try to make this short, sweet and to the point. But you know me and my brevity-challenged writing skills, so let's see how we do.

Vic is still alive.

Repeat: Vic is still alive.

I have so many things I could say, so many details I could add, but Vic. Is still. Alive.

I want to tell you about my time turner necklace and what Vic said when he gave it to me. I want to show you pictures of Vic before and after the surgery. I want to respond personally to each and every one of you who sent well wishes for the surgery and my birthday—I have read them all. Many of them touched me, many of them made me laugh, and the sheer number of them told me how much I am (we are) loved.

But right now, I just want to take my shower and go to the hospital. So suffice it to say this: The surgery went well. The doctor did everything he wanted to do successfully. He is cautiously optimistic about it. Vic's creatinine level was at its lowest since he went into the hospital (that's the level that worries doctors about the kidney—just the one). It was 1.8, down from 3; 2 is generally when they let you go home from the hospital. So, yea! I haven't heard about the liver enzymes, but I'm hoping to hear more of that today. When I got to see him after the surgery, he was (shocker) joking with the nurses and being his regular snarky self.

And yes, this is all great news—but do please take it with a grain of salt. His heart is still very weak. His organs have taken a beating. The surgery, while successfully executed, may still not solve the V-tach problem. These are all things we will find out in the coming days and weeks. So just keep doing what you're doing—those wishes and vibes and positive/healing energies and prayers and good thoughts seem to be doing the trick.

There is what I consider to be a slim chance that he will go home today. Slightly more likely that he'll go home tomorrow. I expect they'll want to keep him over the weekend and he will go home Monday. And whenever it is, I'll take it.

To those of you who read the last blog post—the whole freaking thing—I loved how you wore it like a badge of honor. "Hey, I made it through the whole thing. All the way to the bottom. And I wasn't even in the bathroom." I hope you're not disappointed by the length (or lack thereof) of this entry. I will provide a more detailed review later tonight, after I pick up Wags. Unless Vic comes home. And then you'll get it tomorrow. :-)

I also apologize to everyone that this blog post wasn't as humorous as others. I know you've come to accept a certain level of hilarity from me. Consider this blog post the storyline on Friends where Joey and Rachel dated. Not funny, guys. Ross is Rachel's lobster.