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The prognosis couldn’t be better.
We spoke with the doctor after Ash had fallen asleep. No damage had occurred to his pancreas, and no surgery would be necessary.
However, he would be in the hospital for a few days, on antibiotics and an IV for extra fluids. Rest, a bland diet for the foreseeable future, and they expected Ash to be okay.
No more alcohol would be the biggest lifestyle change but more for me than him. I enjoyed wine with dinner but would give it up to do away with the temptation for him altogether.
Whatever Ash needed, he would have.
That included me loving on our angel, giving her the attentiveness she craved and should have had from me all along.
She clung to my hand the entire ride home, surprisingly silent and still. I expected extreme tiredness similar
