I have another MD appt today.  That's been the routine 3-4 times per week since my hospital discharge on Christmas Eve.  I believe he's going to set me up for skin graft surgery on Wednesday.  It's outpatient, and should not take very long.  They need to cover the rather large hole in the side of my chest.  Thankfully, my wound vac (basically a small portable vacuum cleaner) has done a great job of helping close up some of the area, so now a skin graft is possible.  It's been an interesting experience, walking around with a box that croaks like a frog every two or three seconds, and has clear tubing that shows your blood being sucked out.  We've stayed low-key, as you can imagine.  This will help things heal up, and then we'll try reconstruction again in a few months. 

I looked up the words to a song to send to a friend this morning who felt "silent."  Then they ministered to me.  I wish I could write like this....

"Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side;  Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;  Leave to thy God to order and provide;  In every change He faithful will remain.   Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly friend through thorny ways leads to a joyful end."

"Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake to guide the future as He has the past.  Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last.  Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below."

"Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on when we shall be forever with the Lord, when disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.  Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past, all safe and blessed we shall meet at last."

I can't wait.