Steven is in surgery

Since we got to the hospital yesterday, Steven has gotten progressively and dramatically worse. He went from having a few hours a day of nausea and headache to having a steadily worsening headache accompanied by constant vomiting, starting around 3am, despite increasing doses of steroids and antinausea medication. When they finally took him in for surgery at 7:45 am, he was dozing in between increasingly severe episodes of the dry heaves.

Watching them wheel him off was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do.

He's in the hands of God and his neurosurgeon now.

The neurosurgeon's parting words were, "I promise to take good care of him." Doug's response was, "You'd better or we'll hunt you down and kill you." My sister Janet added, "We know people, you know."

Deb, Kyra's mom, arrived this morning after driving all night from Santa Cruz. Steven requested her presence particularly, figuring that she's an expert in these matters.

More later...

Love,
Kathleen