Nick and I stopped by the hospital today to see our convalescing brother--Kyle Flanner. Open heart surgery on Monday, drug-addled wisecracks on Wednesday. He's healing like a champ--"beautiful" is I believe the word he would (did) use. He had already taken two walks before we arrived.
Kyle's parents are staying for the week and they're great people. Had a fun time hanging out in the hospital--not always the case. When I walked in, the psychiatric doctor was evaluating him. Apparently he's a little too okay with life after open heart surgery so they're worried something may be mentally wrong. Makes perfect sense, right? Seems that the peace and favor of God is not in the psychiatric training manual.
Spent a large portion of the time cracking jokes, hearing the surgery day story, talking about the joys of losing your modesty in a hospital gown, discussed the "bailing wire" (mom's term) used to tie his sternum together after it was sawed in half, evaluated the bedside manor of some of the medical staff, talked about how in a few days the tubes will be removed by "yanking" them out--that's a medical term apparently, and ate some dried fruit. At the end we prayed hugged (for Kyle a fist bump--hugs later) and headed out.
Kyle is looking forward to wearing pants again but that is still in the future. In the meantime, God's favor has been evident and it has been great to see the church quietly love and serve like I've seen so many times before. Praise God for open heart surgeries on people who love Jesus.
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