Monday, October 9th, 11PM

It's 11 O'Clock already?

I have to stop ragging on the pathologists, I guess, since Dr. Ewend says they're doing an excellent job with the small amount of tissue they had to work with. Because there's not enough to do all the tests they'd normally do, they have to proceed more slowly, making sure they're logically travelling in the right direction, because they really don't want to put Chase through another operation (envision Chase nodding emphatically here). So, we may have results tomorrow afternoon...and then they'll devise a treatment plan for him. If they still can't decide, he'll grudgingly have the biopsy on Thursday with results to follow...sometime.

But at least Chase had a fun evening. Since the monitor was removed, he was disconnected from all the machines (except his laptop, natch). So when a bunch of his friends dropped by, he was free to change into street clothes and ramble down the hall to Wendy's for dinner. Dr. Ewend said they could take turns in the wheelchair, but no drinking and driving!

Chase looked quite dashing in his T-shirt, shorts, thigh high compression stockings, hospital socks, and sandals. A few bald spots and dozen stitches in his head completed the picture. Too bad it's not closer to Halloween or he could have gone door to door and added to our candy collection.

The story on the private room changed again - he's supposed to be moved tonight, but I'll believe that when I hear an actual room number. Soon, though!

~ Yeah, Aunt Beth again....