Whipple Update:

The big day is finally here! Dennis arrived at the hospital at 7:15. A short four hours later, he was in surgery. We met the entire team, and he's in good hands. The team even laughed at the Clot's jokes, so we liked them immediately. The nurses had to shave his chest, and the fur was flying. We hated to see it go because it added to the illusion of bulk. He also received injections of a drug they call the "I Don't Care" medicine, and once that had taken effect, we told the surgical team of doctors and nurses that his nickname is "Fabio" and please call him that from now on. The drug was apparently working, because Dad didn't care.

Dr. Mulvihill and Dr. Fenton came in to talk to us pre-surgery, and they brought with them such an energy, it was palpable. And now the Clot is in the Point restaurant, on the 6th floor of Huntsman, enjoying the view. At least, Mom and Brodi are enjoying the view. Erin's too busy stuffing her face with the small hide of a recently slaughtered cow.

Talmage Egan has been here from the beginning, guiding us through the entire process of this long day. He is awesome.

This day has been 92 days in the making, and it's finally here. The view is beautiful, and the inversion is gone. And we are all together. Tender Mercies, too many to count.

More updates to come. Scott, the surgical nurse, informed us he will be calling us every two hours, but since he's not the doctor, policy dictates that he won't be able to tell us anything. We'll be waiting for that informative call. We'll blog the lack of information as it becomes available.

We know you are all here with us. We are ever grateful.

Love,
the Clot