Mini Cooper

We just came back from visiting Karl. He is on a ventilator and resting. We know that he finally got back in his room about 4 a.m. He opened his eyes and knew we were there. He wanted to talk, but when he tried it made him uncomfortable. He reached for our hands, moved his legs and feet. His nurse, Lance (who happens to be from Marquette, MI), said he wiggles his fingers and toes when asked. We know they are keeping him very comfortable, yet conscious. There is a nurse in his room 24/7. We didn't feel we should stay because you could tell he wanted to talk and we had to keep trying to calm him. His vitals are good and if all stays the same, they will remove the tumor tomorrow and if he remains strong, they will also do the reconstructive surgery.

One of the things Karl has talked about the past few years is a Mini Cooper. He loves them. He rambles on about the facts and figures, the performance record, the fact that the S series is a bit faster, but gets less gas mileage, blah, blah, blah. He wants a red and white one. They are ranked 5th best in gas mileage. Am I getting my point across? The guy is freakishly crazy about Mini Coopers. In fact, he was obsessing over Mini Coopers prior to surgery. Everytime we saw a Mini Cooper here in Rochester, he'd point it out. We had to park next to one at Walmart one day so he could check it out. Well, today I whispered that he'd have a Mini Cooper in no time. His eyes opened, eyebrows arched, and he lifted his head. I guess major surgery, a ventilator, and drugs that completely numb one's body, cannot make Karl forget about a Mini Cooper.

Thank you one and all for the love you've shown. Keep on trucking (or should I say, Mini Coopering) and keep praying.

We love you right back,
Kerry