Forrest Stone Allen is still in ICU but seems to be making progress. He was assessed today by his neurosurgeon and both of the head drains were pulled and the surgery sites were examined and the bandage changed. Everyone was pleased except for 44 who thought drain removal was not as much fun as advertised.
His blood count was a little low yesterday and so he received a blood transfusion. Hopefully this won’t be a problem and will be watched closely over the next few days. The plan will be to move out of ICU soon and he may be in the intermediate floor and able to take visitors as early as Tuesday. Certainly his great group of visitors have buoyed his and Team 44’s spirits this last week. Dr. Armonda, our neurosurgeon stressed to us that in the next 4 to 12 weeks triggering memories by associating friends with memories will be very important to his next step in the recovery process. He stated that he has seen this before in his young military TBI patients.
We hope to be back to NRH in a week or so and let him get started on his rehab. We will have to continue to watch his prosthesis and ventricular fluid drainage equilibration but that was the plan from the beginning of this surgery schedule. So far, so good.
Mom is working so hard at keeping track of everything and I tried to give her a little break this weekend. Austin is the perfect brother and took two all night shifts this weekend. He organizes things for Forrest and set up the Netflix on the IPad, so Forrest and I could watch Spy Kids all the way through. These two continue to be the heart of Forrest’s support team. I am happy to come in on the weekends and support these two and spend precious moments with Forrest.
A journey of 10,000 miles begins with a single step. Forrest has taken that step and we hope we can help him go forward and frankly we could use a break here. We certainly have all the medical talent and all the prayers and good wishes and all the try of Forrest and Team 44. So upward and onward.
Dad and Team 44
Forrest listens to Dad's voice Sunday night