It is eleven thirty at night. We have only been home around an hour.  We spent the entire day waiting for Rob to go to surgery.  He slept like a baby all morning, all afternoon. That in it's self is an answer to prayer.
 The surgery was scheduled for 1:30p.m. but due to an emergency, he got bumped until almost 6:00p.m. 
Rob's Dad and I sat by his bed all day.  Finally around 4:00 he began to wake up.  That was the first time I think he slept for hours a sound sleep.  I kinda kept people quiet from coming in and waking him. 
 
When Rob woke up around 4:00 he was wide awake.  He began to talk and talk and we couldn't understand hardly anything he was saying because all he did was move his lips.  I finally realized he wanted to know about the surgery and for 2 hours we stood there comforting him and trying to understand what he was saying.  Finally about an hour before surgery, even with 2 anti  anxiety meds, he began to open up and laugh and be himself.  I can not tell you how wonderful that was.  He actually laughed around 6 or 8 times.  It was wonderful, healing for my heart to see my son laugh again. Especially waiting to go to surgery to have his leg cut off higher.
 
After the surgery, Dr. Stone came out and said he still wasn't convinced that the right foot couldn't be saved, but he also wasn't sure it could.  The left leg however needs lots of prayer.  The muscle, while it is getting blood, he thinks is not responding as it should .  He went ahead and took off the bottom of the leg and sewed the flap of skin over it just like it is perfect, but he said they would know in 5 days maybe 2 weeks, if it starts falling apart.  Then it would have to be cut off above the knee. We felt like crumbing.  I thought after today we would not need to go through this again. Above the knee is not good for getting around and walking. 
 
Dr. Stone, said, I just don't know, no one has ever lived like this after that kind of poisoning.
 
Earlier today, Dr. Campbell his internal medicine Dr. was over joyed at all the progress.  Everything just keeps getting better everyday and he keeps getting off meds and improving.  He said as soon as we get the legs situated, Rob should start improving in every area even more.
 
It seems everyday something seems to throw me a curve ball.  It takes a few hours and then I begin to adjust and recooperate and then it seems there is more.  I don't think I have ever battled anything this long and seeming unending.  I am doing all I an to relax and trust God.  But each new situation causes me to have to find another comfortable place in God all over again.  I know some day this will end and I will be able to relax.  This has made me much more sensitive to other people living through tragedies.
 
I talk to Rob about inviting God into this situation with him.  I tell him to ask Jesus to go into surgery with him.  When I do and we pray, he closes his eyes and prays with me.
 
Several people wrote and assured me that I was not bothering them with the emails.  It feels good to get support and we feel your prayers.
 
God Bless