Dad's doctor just called and said everything went A+. Took care of the fact that everything was "horribly compressed" by drilling out everything they could while keeping the integrity of the joints intact. They also removed a cyst growing out of one of the joints. Extremely minimal loss of blood, a teaspoon maybe, and no spinal fluid leakage. All in all it went well. He's in recovery now.
My Dad is going to be in the hospital past Friday (yesterday's plan) due to the need for observation and physical therapy. He's in pain understandably and trying to sleep as much as possible right now. So, he will reach out to chat when he's ready. I will share more as I know more.
I will share more information but I expect my Dad will be making calls and sending emails directly as soon as he can.
Well, here it is, Thursday morning, un-godly early, and I thought I'd check in. Jen actually knows more about it that I do, since I sort of wasn't there at the time. I was doing OK thru Wednesday morning, until the Oxycodone took a sharp turn South, with me along for the ride. Sadly, it caused my bladder to think that it could go offline. After about 24 hrs of futzing, I got a new catheter, and by Monday I was in low-earth orbit. Tuesday, I was transferred to a physical therapy/rehab center. Goal is to get me able to magnage both the Shibas and the stairs at the house. Wound is healing well (photos below the fold, for the squeamish). Did I mention he took a cyst out, as well?? Good times!
Thank you all for your encouragement, support and prayers!