As has been evidenced by my lack of posts the past couple days, we have had a wonderfully full Thanksgiving holiday. Of course Thanksgiving brought entirely new meaning this year. We have SO much to be thankful for. Zane is doing fantastically. He's enjoying a private room on the floor, but he's definitely missing the level of care that he received while in the ICU. Because of this, I've been spending a lot more time at the hospital- getting here much earlier, and staying later. I've also been more involved in his care- doing some of his dressing changes and therapy/massage myself. In ICU, there is one nurse per patient, but on the floor there is one nurse per 2-4 patients.
Zane's big splint contraption was removed yesterday morning and they took the dressings down from the graft sites. The doctors told us that the grafts were about 95% taken. Because they took so well, he was able to take the splint off and just have foam supports for his arms while he is in bed. The donor site on his left thigh/hip has been causing him some pain since the dressing was taken down, limiting his walking significantly. The pain should go away within a couple days.
Zane has started to regain some sensation in his right hand! He still can't feel much, but certain movements or stretches give him a feeling of pressure or pain. Of course pain is no fun, but in this case, it's an answer to prayer. We have been praying fervently for his hand, and now we are starting to see God work. We are so blessed to able to witness God's miracles Ike this on a daily basis, and we believe He's not done yet.
The doctors have scheduled Zane for a screening for Spaulding Rehab Hospital on Wednesday. I'm not exactly sure what that entails, but it looks like he will be moving out of this hospital by the end of next week. We are so excited to take this next step.
This Thanksgiving brought entirely new meaning to me. I have never been more grateful for my amazing husband, my ever faithful God, and our supportive families. Our lives and the lives of those we love are so fragile, and I know that I will never look at life the same way again. Every day that we continue to take a breath is a gift- a wonderful, priceless treasure. It doesn't matter whether we're sitting in a hospital or safe at home. It doesn't matter whether Zane is able to scoop me up in his arms or whether I'm helping him to simply lift his. He is still alive, and God will bring us through this. For that, I am SO thankful.