Day 7

So today is the day.

The day to see if my Uncle will have the surgery or if they will attempt a second try to repair the aneurysm through the veins.

As of yesterday, my mother was telling me that they are still trying to decide. I will go back up to Vanderbilt after work and hopefully hear some news first hand.

I just wish that he would not be sitting in this coma, that we could talk to him... anything... something.

My mother told me that he now has a bad infection and I cannot help but think the worst.

I noticed I have not been posting this to Live Journal and as I can cross post... for my friends over there, 7 days ago today my Uncle went to the hospital with a headache. They shoveled him out the door with some crud about blood pressure and on his way to the car he collapsed from a ruptured brain aneurysm. He was life flighted to Vanderbilt and has been fighting for his life since then. If you want to start reading my posts to see what is going on... start with this one and move up.