That's right. Jake didn't have surgery today. We got to Children's at 7:45am with an irritable, hungry kid. We went through every step of the registration process and surgery prep until just before heading off to the induction room. The plastic surgeon stepped into the room and said, "I can't operate on this kid. There's nothing there to remove." Apparently, all of the cauterizations and stitches from last weekend destroyed the pyogenic granuloma. What we thought was a temporary fix, turned out to be the cure. Well, possibly a temporary cure. The surgeon couldn't guarantee that it won't grow back or start bleeding at the site. I had ambivalent feelings about this. I'm glad he didn't need another surgery, but yet can't help but wonder when/if this is going to crop up again. I really don't think I can handle another week like the past one. This dramatic week ended in a fizzle - very anti-climactic. Greg summed it up nicely - "We wanted a homerun, but ended up with a bunch of singles leading to a run."
When a get a chance, I'll post pictures of his sweet face. We're going to the zoo tomorrow, blood and God willing.
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