A funny thing happened ... not funny (ha ha), but funny (you have got to be kidding me!) Chuck's j-peg (the tube that goes into the intestine) came out. It came out and none of us noticed. It came out and was out long enough that the entry hole closed. Thus, no j-peg. Thus, no nutrition. In time, we wanted the j-peg out. Talk about a big, hard shove outta the nest! If Chuck is to get nutrition now ... it must be done the old-fashioned way. Oy. There is talk that he might not be able to get the nutrition he needs without the peg. This means another surgical procedure.

Pray Chuck can eat. Pray Chuck will eat. Pray Chuck will keep down the food he eats. Pray Chuck's body just absorbs nutrients ... from thin air if necessary!

Stacie is coming tomorrow to protect Chuck. It would really be a shame for him to have come so far ... just to be strangled by his wife in the end. Seriously, she's coming to give me some moral support. I've reached the point of diminishing returns. The more I stay with Chuck, the less of an impact I have ... well, less of a positive impact. Yet I lack the wherewithal to just leave. (Talk about over protective / codependent!)

You know, things really are pretty great. Chuck's body is stronger, his lungs continue to improve, and he has no infections! Nutrition schmutrition. Wounds schmounds. In all this, I praise God for his perfect plan.