holy cow

Stu has one IV--a pick?-- going into his body.

One IV.

Only one IV.

Five days after receiving a new liver, he is down to one IV that can be used to obtain blood or insert medications or whatever, but it is the only thing remaining from the multitudes of things that were inserted into him, taped to him, or otherwise attached to him just last Sunday morning.

We all continue to be amazed at his speedy recovery.

And I am amazed that in the past day, three different liver transplant recipients have come to see him. One, the father of a high school friend, another one he met at transplant support group meetings, and the other a friend of his next door neighbor. Each one has a different story, but apparently Stu has now joined a remarkable club of survivors.