I have to admit something to myself—this most recent crisis has been more than a “speed bump” for Bruce. This time he was in a ditch. The emergency surgery that took place yesterday was even more vital than I first realized. The medical details are starting to make my head fill with static, but now I understand that he would’ve gone quickly downhill without the procedure, and that it wasn’t a certainty that his body could handle the trauma. The intervention was just something that had to happen to prevent massive organ failure, and it worked. He’s stable and doing better already. If all goes well, they won’t have to repeat it (but, realistically, that could still be necessary). He told his mom that he feels like he’s trapped on an island, just trying to survive one more day.