Day three

Yesterday was uneventful G sat in her lounge chair with four IVs connected to her plus a chest tube, I glanced at her occasionally to see her pretty slate blue eyes open and shut. She was out of it but still with us.
My PG, I found out, doesn't get the concept of a whisper, no more than four times, I or someone else had to nudge him to tone it down. He thought everyone that came up to inquire about G needed to know that the surgeon had to put off the surgery two hours because he had an emergency the night before. It wouldn't be so bad but the family of the emergency was sitting across the waiting room.
Today G did her first of many laps, Jacks who always wakes with the chickens raced off to her room around five to help in her first go around. Which is surprising to me because he's just as squeamish as I am when it comes to blood and tubes and IVs. As each new family member arrived he beamed about her first lap. She really did well and didn't stop but once.
So now the long days of sitting either in her room or the waiting room begins. The good part is we are seeing some old friends we haven't seen in a while.
I've seen some people from church and Jacks is getting to see a lot of people he hasn't in a long while. I think he sees now how much hes missed, living away and refusing to come home but only for the holidays.
Luke and Julie have been extra helpful driving PG to and from the hospital and making sure he eats at night and changes his clothes for the next day.