Try Again . . .

Recovery was going well, so we thought.  About a week after the initial surgery, Andrew wasn’t quite himself and had some issues with stomach pain.  As I was driving home, I got a call from Judy . . .

Judy:  ”umm, where are you at?”

Me: “I’m about 3 minutes out.”

Judy:  ”You might want to hurry home, Andrew is spitting up some blood.”

As if I needed an excuse to break the speed limit.  Luckily no troopers on the way home so by the time I got there, Auntie Leslie was on her way to pick up Ben and Judy was ready to go.  Andrew was surprisingly calm.  I think he was handling it better than Ben, as Ben probably remembered his experience.  Off to the Emergency Department . . .