Two years ago next month, hope came to me in the form of yellow tulips, from my dear friend, Kathy. This year, hope comes in the form of this exquisite amaryllis, that first bloomed Thursday, January12. On that day, my son, Travis, had his second brain surgery - this one in search of an infection that was causing him great pain. Although random and weird and frightening, infection did show up in the piece of bone that had been removed, then put back, two years ago. The surgeon removed all the glue and cement, and closed the scalp without putting in any covering. After 6 weeks of antibiotics administered via and IV port in his arm, she will replace the bone with a piece of synthetic material. She also biopsied everything, since she was already there. No word on any of that, yet. We hope he comes home Sunday or Monday. There is always hope.
