His shoulder was replaced entirely, because the bone was completely dead. The doctor described it as a crouton. Yuck. This joint is supposed to be completely round. Brian's...not so much. It's no wonder this guy has been in pain for the past three years.

Brian's been reading and sleeping and memorizing poems and finishing the West Wing (finally to season 7!) and wiping counters and making beds and folding laundry one-armed. I come home to hook up his ice pack - a serious contraption - and say hello during lunch. Tomorrow for my day off, he'll be home with me. Yeah!
So today I'm grateful for modern medicine. What a miracle all of this stuff is.











