a quick check in

I had my doubts. I worried that he'd wake up on a ventilator. I worried that his lung would collapse. I worried that he'd be in so much pain that he wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks. But when we walked into his room the next day and he had already picked out his meals for the next twelve hours, scribbling them in his jagged hand on a brown paper towel, I was immediately at ease. We all were. I mean any man who can muster real enthusiasm over hospital green beans and tomato soup is well on his way to recovery. At least I hope so.