Balancing Act

The Doctors are really earning their money on Graham.  If you just look at the big (really big and broad) picture, he's doing good.  Lungs look great, swelling is down half from surgery, and he's getting stronger everyday.  However, besides his lungs, it's all still bad.  He was easily 4 x his actually size post surgery, so even though the swelling is down, in perspective it still stinks.  And for some reason, his body is REALLY sensitive to all the drugs.  When they tweak one drug, his levels go all crazy and they have to play with all the numbers again.  Today Graham's kidney functions and potassium levels were high, magnesium and blood count was low, and to top it all off...he has a bacteria infection called C-Diff.  This is one of those bacterias that everyone carries, but when the C-Diff levels get too high (typically from high does of antibiotics) it causes severe abdominal pain, lots of fun side effects involving a bathroom, and it's highly contagious to boot!  The poor guy just can't catch a break.  Now, leave it to Graham to find a pro in all of this...the doctors ordered him to rest and stay in bed today.  His mom said he just grinned, he's really been hating exercising and eating lately.  And what a good excuse to not do either - well, he will eat something.  As annoying and somewhat scary as all this is, the doctors still seem very confident and know they can handle all of this.  That is what I'm holding onto.
His chest tubes are still draining a lot and hopefully he can get at least one out by the end of the week.  He has now been transplanted for 2 weeks.  It's crazy to think that we were told he would be home by now or at least by tomorrow.  I'm glad he's at the hospital though, get all this craziness over with before he comes home to Jordan and me.  I do miss him, but I want him healthy too.  On a funny/sad note:  Jordan went around telling all her friends and teachers at school today that her Daddy was home and he was going to pick her up.  It's obvious she really misses her daddy, but am I raising a little fibber who wants attention?  Oh Lord, please no!!!