I'm up with the dad tonight.
The infection spread to his son's other lung, despite stem cell therapy. Necrotizing pneumonia is apparently on the rise in the world, along with other signs of antibiotic resistance.
I've been doing a *lot* of reading into surgical interventions during this emergency operation. He has so many high risk factors for morbidity: late admission, incomplete vaccine schedule, malnutrition...
Poor brother at home, too. So much for starting school tomorrow. What a world.
*Mind you, I am not telling the dad about *any* of those high risk factors. I am, however, bracing him to expect a longer post-op recovery if/when his son pulls through. They're currently cutting out the damaged bits of right lung to halt the infection in its tracks. This will be his second surgery in under a week to fight a dual bacterial infection.
Poor tyke. Solo tiene 4 añitos. There is no justice in this world.
Out of surgery. Into intensive care. Still delicate. They say it went well.
The dad is spent. Obviously. Some families have no luck at all.
Hug your loved ones. Vax up. Use antibiotics sparingly and follow the protocol in full. And don't throw children out on the street. Little things, I know - but what a difference they make.
Apparently the eight-year-old is going to school today after all.
Imagine - your brother still in intensive care, your dad stuck by his side, and you left to organize yourself and head off to school on your own.
We eighties kids were the last of the latchkeys. We used to be incredibly self-reliant and left home alone tons. Here, that happens a lot too.
But still. What a rough way to start the new school year (Colombia's schedule runs differently).
Morning CoSo. 💙
Keep up the good fight.