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6th July: Just about mentally exhausted with the recent news and images over the last few days, came the 6th July. Everytime going into the hospital, weather it was me or frances, we just expected nothing positive. 
To have that going round your brain constantly takes so much away from being able to think strait. 

So happens it turns out that this day was nothing different. 
There was news that Oliver had poo/secretions leaking from his bowel and onto his wound. This meant a number of things, most of them worrying. 
1) will he need another operation on top of his others.
2) what's this going to do regarding his infections. 
And many more questions that had now been left open.

The ok news in this pit of bad was all the stitches were still in place so the wound itself was alright, but with this happening it meant the leak was happening somewhere else in his bowel.

The action plan what they came up with was to leave it alone. The hope was, it was a small hole and leaving it would let it heal on its own and aslong as the wound itself was kept clean it would be alright.
And if it didn't heal then they could do a less invasive surgery such as key hole.

Again the word surgery, whenever this word came up I just worried he couldnt take no more.
The scary thing is if the hole ended up being a bigger hole then it would mean a whole lot of invasive surgery.

Overall on this day he was doing well, his breathing was improving and his infection was dropping steadily.


7th July: We had some good news on this day, the surgeons had come around and they were very happy with his wound. The skin was looking red and pink and not black or purple, this gave me hope that it was healing.
Other news was there was less leaking from the wound, this showed that the dressing were picking it up nicely.
I did get a picture. 

The picture shows his stitches and as you can tell, it's still very saw, but as you can see it's healing, albeit slowly.

P.S just for the record I had no animosity against the surgeons or any one, this was just the way my sons body dealt with the surgery. I dont want it to come across that he recived any bad care. He recived the best care, but his body was just delicate and week against the surgery's he had up until this point.

Next, I can't take no more bad news, what's wrong with his brain.

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