“Larry, LOL (Laugh Out Loud). I know how proud she will be that you have told the whole world that she had a bowel movement. I am so-o-o-o-o glad she doesn’t know yet!!!! No matter when it is, I can just hear her laugh!!!!”
The above is from one of my sisters. See how I get into trouble? I didn’t say ANYTHING about Lea having a bowel movement! I already know she wouldn’t think that was an appropriate thing to discuss in an update, so I’m not even going there!
I found out today, however, that when a person is being fed nutrition through a tube directly into her small intestine, the intention is for the milk-shake consistency nutrition to be absorbed into her body . . . not moved through the bowel in huge quantities. In the cases where that happens, the staff would probably switch the patient back over to a diet of half nutrition fed through the tube, and the other half fed as a liquid through an IV drip via a new port installed near the left wrist.
Oh, guess what? Lea had a new IV port installed near her left wrist today. In fact, all her IV ports have been replaced with fresh units over the past couple of days, just as a precaution against infection. Her lungs are continuing to produce only small quantities of thick fluid, and she seems to be able to tolerate the every-other-dressing-changes better, reacting with shorter term temperature spikes. She is still at 40% oxygen level and 10 peeps, and 15 breaths per minute..
She was allowed to rest today, in between the dressing change and all the IV line changes, but didn’t have to work on the ventilator reduction, which seems to tire her out very quickly. I have been massaging her legs for her . . . she still has those inflatable leggings on her calves that give her a constant massage, in an effort to avert blood clots . . and the leggings leave deep indentations on her legs. So, every once in a while, we take those off, and I put lotion on her, and massage away those marks.
She continues to drain off excess liquid from her body. Her face is once again taking on those characteristically attractive features that make her such a natural beauty. I redid her French nails for her today, and brushed out her hair and put it up on top of her head with one of those springy clamps girls use. We then “watched” a home movie of a family event a few years ago. I didn’t get much reaction from her today, and she wouldn’t open her eyes for me, but she had been pretty heavily sedated because of the dressing change in her abdominal wound, but she seemed to rest better during the movie.
I also noticed that her pulse rate lowered several points, and her blood pressure dropped slightly, as I read her email, eGreetings and greeting cards to her. I is really very comforting to know that she is recognizing names of those who mean so much to her as I read them. And, I’ve been delighted to see that she is being touched when I read those from someone we don’t yet know, who say they are writing because some person who knows us had sent them the updates on Lea, and that they want Lea to know that they are praying for her.
I’ve been toying with an idea for a little project to do for her. I’d like to put together some kind of a map that would show all the places folks are reading her updates and praying for her. I know many of the locations, but I’m certain I don’t have any idea of many, since the updates are forwarded on to many more than I have on the distribution list. Would you mind taking a moment to drop me an email with your location on it? All I need is city and state/province, etc. Send it to larry.vaughn@gmail.com, and I’ll start putting together an Excel sheet or something.
By the way, some of the girls wanted to see a photo of the braid I did in Lea’s hair, so I am sending it along. Don’t laugh. I think it’s pretty good for a first try, although it might be more properly called a “desperation braid.” Excuse us a moment boys . . . this is a girl , er, nurse thing. J
Thank you, again, for your continuing prayers. Lea is still in critical condition, and we hope to be able to continue sending good news of her recovery in the weeks ahead. But, we must realize that recovery is going to still take a while, and it may be months before we know just how fully she will recover. We pray for miraculous healing, of course, and thank you for your love and support.
Warmest regards,
Larry
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March 28, 2007 at 10:34 am
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FROM: Dave
Aug 29 @ 11:28 AM
I am so pleased that Lea is doing so well. I had a chance to speak of her at Living Stones Church, but more on that later. I’ve forwarded the attached notes to seek your input for Gary and make you aware of HIS plans to organize the (annual Walton House) beer garden as a fund raiser for the Medical Emergency Funds. I am providing the up front costs, but need your input and assistance. FYI, I hope to be there for the Festival, but I have asked Gary NOT to plan on any family involvement.
Larry, I’d like to visit about your recommendations. Lance, I’d appreciate your answering Gary’s question. I continue to talk with Gary every couple of days regarding the house, the goods in storage, the beer garden and the Medical Fund. PLEASE let me be the sole “interface” with Gary during this process. Because of his friendship with Larry, Lea, Joe and Pat, He has been a great help and I want to ENSURE that I do EVERYTHING I can to help him. I don’t want to miss anything due to confusion over what we are doing.
—– Original Message —–
FROM: Gary
RE: Information for Liquor license application for a beer garden at the Asher Walton House B&B
I FOUND IT!!!!!!! I’ll go ahead and get it filled out and filed in Pat’s name. It’s coming together. My daughter and her friend, they’re both bartenders, are coming down for the weekend to donate their time. I’ll get Karen a temporary license, so that gives us 5 bartenders which should be enough. I’ve talked to Tipton Lions and they’re good to go.
Keeping enough COLD beer on hand seems to be the biggest problem. I’m looking in to getting a small refrigerated trailer to park behind the house. If not we may be able to use the 3 refrigerators in the house and keep re-stocking as we move more to the yard to put on ice. Pat has a Sam’s club card, so she can get us in to purchase the beer. Chris thinks we need about 100 cases for the weekend. Larry always stocked up enough for Sat., then made a beer run Sat. night again based on how well it moved. Clint seemed to think Larry served out of a refrigerated Coke cooler that he got from him. I don’t see it anywhere. You might ask him about it.
I’ve found the tents and banners in the carriage house, and the tables & chairs in storage behind the gazebo. I’ll get the cash register back from the firemen so we can keep track of income vs. inventory. We’ll plan on setting things up Mon. or Tues of that week unless there’s a threat of severe weather. Later in the week gets busy for everybody.
FROM: Dallas
Aug 29 @ 4:46 PM
This Poem is about me and my ex-G.F.,Dorothy,as much as it is W.O.Oz
When Dorothy Left OZ (3 parts)
to lost love
…..now his mind is on Dorothy…..
He was just hanging there
with nothing much to do,
just hanging by his straw-filled shirt
telling crows to “SHOO!”
Then Dorothy came walking by
down the bricks of gold,
with Toto following close behind
doing as he was told.
She freed him of his hangups
and filled him with new hope
Told him of a Wizard
that could change him from a dope.
So he followed her every footstep
though falling down alot.
He’d follow Dorothy anywhere
to get brains he hasn’t got.
….now his mind is on Dorothy…
….Tin Man’s Heart Of Rust….
Rusted cockles of Tin Man’s heart,
pumping oxidized memory,
squeaking noisily with each stop and start,
with the love he felt for Dorothy.
She found him there,stuck as could be,
no movement,cause he can’t.
So, she oiled his joints and set him free,
her love the lubricant.
So long ago on Yellow Brick Road,
in the merry ol’ land of OZ,
His mind goes back and his tears explode,
and his heart rips like thin gauze.
His clock keeps time,but feels no love,
his rusted,broken heart was left behind,
his eyes have long since rusted shut,
since Dorothy clicked her heels three times.
….now his heart aches for Dorothy….
….Tamed the Lion Within….
When first they met,she loved him not,
a ruffian and a bully,she thought.
With a ruff and a woof and a grrroowwll !
he stalked his prey and lay wait in prowl.
Roaring loud and acting proud,not to be discouraged,
if he had to fight,he thought he might need to find his courage
Then he jumped out and with a GREAT YELL,
“OUCH!! SOMEBODY PULLED MY TAIL!!”
She came to his aid and gave him relief
“Such a big Pussy Cat!”she said in disbelief.
“Why,you’re not such a big brave cat,
you’re just a big kitten,no denying that.”
Then it came time for Dorothy to leave,
the Lion’s courage failed,he couldn’t conceive,
she would leave him there in cowardly dilemna,
to go back to Kansas,back to her Auntie Emma.
…..he hadn’t the courage to stop her…..
by Unca D
Author’s Comments:
“Now the OZ that was, ain’t the OZ that is, for the three of OZ, took over for the WIZ, their mind, heart, courage were never the same, left wondering if Dorothy’s happier, since she changed her name.”
FROM: Dallas
Aug 29 @ 4:35 PM
For HIM, Cry the Angels and I
for the price paid at Calvary’s Cross
Slow motion lightning flashing,
cracking an egg shell sky,
breaking open Heaven,
watching Angels cry.
The sound of thunder rolling,
God was heard to sigh,
the winds fly from His nostrils,
blow across clouds so high.
As HE looks below the skyline
down at men and wonders,why?
He gave His only begotten Son,
whom in our steads,did die.
Unworthy and unrighteous,
whose worth could measure nigh?
to that of our Blessed Savior,
for whom the Angels cry.
Yet the lightening flashes,
thunder rolls ‘cross darkened sky,
mixing Angel’s tears with mine,
For HIM, cry the Angels and I.
By Unca D
FROM: Dallas
Aug 29 @ 4:36 PM
SALVATION SENT (S-word challenge)
everyone…
Sin,Sinner,Sinnest.
Sad,Sadder,Saddest.
SANCTUARY!!!!
SALVATION SENT!!!!
Sweet Sacred SON, So Sacrificially Slain.
Sacramentally Sanctified.
So Sweetly, Spikenard Scent Spilled,So Sweetly.
SANCTIFIED!!!!
SECOND SIGHTING!!!!
SIRE,SON,SPIRIT,Sinner,Saints.
Spiritual Seasons Spent Solar Sight Seeing…
Satan Sentenced,Sent Sprawling, Spiraling,
Serpent’s Slither Swiftly Securely Sealed,
Stopped…Scorched…Silenced….
Since, SALVATION SENT!!!!
By Unca D
FROM: Dallas
Aug 29 @ 4:39 PM
Lil’Miss Dandelion’s Hairdoo
to all children fighting cancer
Her golden-yellow head of hair
graced her pretty face,
Ever reaching toward the sun
racing life at a steady pace.
Then the days grew longer
as sometimes they’re known to do,
Her hair turned to a halo of white
and it fell out as ill winds blew.
Through frost and snow of wint’ry trials
keeping vigilance o’er her heart
knowing at the season’s revivals
her new hair,too,would soon start.
With the days of spring ahead
and life so fresh and new,
We greet the prettiest girl of the field
wearing her lil’Miss Dandelion’s hairdoo.
Her golden-yellow head of hair
gracing her pretty face,
ever reaching toward the Son,
again to run life’s race.
By Unca D
FROM: Dallas
Aug 29 @ 5:05 PM
The Bible Is My Roadmap
The bible is my roadmap,
from it I will not swerve.
My King and Lord is Jesus Christ,
in whom I’m bound to serve.
The world tries to tell me different,
but in His words I find the truth.
My roadmap is the bible and
I’ve read it from my youth.
Now I’m travellin’ down life’s highway,
no longer on a dead end trail.
Headin’ towards my Heavenly destination,
cause I know God’s word will never fail.
So I won’t turn to the left or right,
nor fear the terror in the night.
cause my roadmap is the bible,
and Jesus is my guiding light.
Oh the bible is my roadmap,
written by God to show us the way.
If we faithfully follow it,
we’ll wake to Glory on that Blessed Day.
He leads me by still waters,
and I lay down in green pastures.
I am a lamb in His flock
and He’s my Shepherd and my Master.
Oh the bible is my roadmap,
and I know it will lead me home.
So get a copy of the roadmap,
Brothers and Sisters and follow along.
We’ll meet on Resurrection morning,
on that far off blessed shore,
in our Father’s heavenly kingdom,
we won’t need the roadmap anymore.
Oh the bible is my roadmap and
I know it will lead me home.
by Unca D
FROM: Jean
Aug 29 @ 5:09 PM
LOL! I know how proud she will be that you have told the whole world that she had a bowel movement! I am sooooo glad she doesn’t know yet!!!! No matter when it is, I can just hear her laugh!!!! Love u
FROM: Carol
Aug 29 @ 8:42 PM
Larry, This story of how you met Lea surprised me. I don’t even remember you playing football…as a matter of fact I thought you all were living in Louisiana, Missouri around that time. But it was sweet to hear. Now here is one that has stuck in my head. I knew Lea from school, but I didn’t really get to “know” her until you were living in Chillicothe and I would come over to groom the dogs. I understood what a beautiful relationship you two had during those visits. I remember one evening after I had finished the dogs and we were visiting that you stood up and said,” Let’s go home Leona, I’m tired and I want to go to bed!” She replied sweetly, “Why don’t you go on home and I will come with the boys after while.” To which you answered,” I married you so I could go to bed with you and that is what I intend to do now…we are all going home together!!!” It is one of the precious moments I will always remember.
FROM: Link
Aug 29 @ 9:59 PM
Deanna and I are booked Kona to Hartford – First Class to boot! See you on Sunday morning Dad – Can you pick us up or should we take a cab?
REPLY FROM: Larry Vaughn
Aug 29 @ 10:54 PM
I will pick you up at the curb. How great!! Love you!
FROM: Carol
Aug 29 @ 10:19 PM
So are you going to share the picture of the braid with us or not?
REPLY FROM: Larry Vaughn
AUG 29 @ 11:00 pm
Lea’s Braid: