Bob left Saturday; my sister Margaret arrived today to stay for a week. Brett continues to spend the night with Seth. Seth and I feel grateful for all this support.
The good news is no surgery tomorrow. It is good for two reasons: it gives Seth a surgery breather, and it means he is doing well enough that they can bump him for other cases. The bad news is there are lots of other casualties coming in.
Seth's bed faces a mirror, and today he said, "You're right--I do look like a concentration camp victim." I assured him he is a very handsome concentration camp victim.
Charlie Trentleman wrote a great column today, so I'll close with that. I will only add that I think along with death and casualty statistics, newspapers should print the number of limbs lost. It would be staggering.