if you want to change your mind. Under the circumstances, I mean. So much has changedâ¦â
Tim bent over to kiss her dry lips, moving carefully so as not to jiggle anything that would threaten her suspended arm.
âWhatâs going on in here, kids?â They were interrupted by Lauraâs hand surgeon, not Dr. Corey whoâd already returned to Denver, but the orthopedic specialist on staff at Hahnemann, Dr.Hanover. He entered, trailed by a cadre of medical residents and students.
âNeuro has cleared you, Dr. Nelson,â he said with a forced smile. Tim knew what would come next. Ambulation. Hydrotherapy. Physical therapy. Pain piled upon pain. The goal: to salvage as much function in the hand as possible. Laura may not be able to use a scalpel, but working hard with an occupational therapist, she could relearn to pick up a coffee cup, cutlery.
âI know that itâs hard to appreciate right now, but you are fortunate to have an uninjured alternate hand. Youâre going to get good in the near term at using your left hand. Believe me, so many hand injuries are bilateral. Burns are the worst.â
For Tim, this guyâs use of the words âfortunateâ and âluckyâ in relation to Laura was inappropriate, at best.
âI appreciate everything youâre doing, Dr. Hanover,â Laura said. âPlease, could you give me some idea of how long Iâll be in here?â
âFar too early to say.â He turned to his entourage. âThis patient is a surgeonââ
Tim could feel the collective intake of breath as sets of eyes stared upward at Lauraâs hand.
âOur chore today is to take her to the operating room to debride the wound. Assess the tissue viability. Then decide on a physical therapy plan.â
âIs that necessary?â Tim knew his question came out like a groan and tried with little success to keep his tone professional. âBack to the OR?â
Before the doctor could respond, Laura said, âWell, thereâll be an anesthesiologist in there.â
Laura had a point. She wouldnât feel a thing as they probed her mangled tissues with a scalpel. Bit by bit, theyâd scrape away dead tissue so new tissue could grow back. Problem was, how much of that new growth would be scar tissue?
Dr. Hanover spoke as much to his entourage as to hispatient, âWe debride surgically as often as necessary; once we see healthy tissue, weâll debride mechanically.â He turned to the student on his right, a tall, thin young man in a short white coat. âWhat other debridement methods can we use?â
The young man reminded Tim of himself twenty-five years ago. âChemical and autolytic.â The student hesitated before adding, âAnd live maggot debridement?â
Dr. Hanover grinned. âNot to worry, Dr. Nelson, no maggots for you, although maggot therapy is approved by the FDA. Mechanical therapy with wet to dry dressings should be adequate, provided we get all the necrotic stuff out.â He turned to Laura. âAnd that we will do, Dr. Nelson, in the operating room.â
Laura nodded her appreciation, but Tim could read her concern over the agonizing pain sheâd face when she emerged from anesthesia. Laura had been right not to want her kids hanging around. What good would it do for them to see her suffer?
I will be here for you, Laura. I will try to earn your love
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Later that morning, after Lauraâs debridement procedure, Dr. Hanover assured Tim that the surgery had gone as well as could be expected. How many times had Tim himself used exactly those words to tell anxious parents their babyâs condition was guarded?
âWe think we got most of the debris. Weâll go back in tomorrow, and if all looks clean, move to mechanical. Weâll use pulsed saline at the bedside. Lots of pain, which weâll manage with parenteral narcotics.â Dr. Hanover shrugged. âGotta go see
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