Your burns continue to improve. Your nurse yesterday said that she really thinks they look good and thinks it's really possible they won't have to do skin grafts. Wouldn't that be great? This is not an official prognosis, by any means, but it's nice to hear.
Your fever has begun to ride on the lower side of things. When Forrest and I were there yesterday, you were at 38.7, and by the evening, you were at 38.6. (101.4 F). Also, your O2 assistance was at 60%, and your pulse ox at 97%. That makes me happy. Less assistance, decent pulse ox.
I'll get to see you again at 11. I am hopeful.
Love you.
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The Story
Mike Hinshaw was pulled from a fire at his home early in the morning on Sunday, June 29th, 2008. Six weeks in the hospital sent Mike, his family, and friends on an up-and-down journey. They experienced the toll that a fire and long-term hospitalization have on body, mind, and spirit.
Unconscious for most of it, as nurses and doctors helped Mike to fight life-threatening smoke inhalation injuries and heal from burns to 20 percent of his body, he contracted ventilator-acquired pneumonia (VAP)--twice, fought off a staph infection on his face, and lost a huge percentage of his muscle mass.
Mike's daughter GerRee began this blog believing it would be the easiest way to catch him up on the days he would miss while unconscious in the hospital. As days turned into weeks, Mike's sister Dixie began to blog as well, with beatiful contributions from other family and friends along the way. Phoenix Rising came to serve as a hub of communication for keeping a concerned community informed and connected.
As Mike put his life back together again, his recovery has been nothing short of a miracle. It has not been easy, and it has not been quick. But thanks to the firefighters at Fort Worth Station No. 19, an amazing Burn Unit staff at Parkland Memorial, the prayers, love, and generosity from friends, the grace of God and a whole lot of plain ol' fashioned luck, the tale of rising from the ashes is his to tell.
If you'd like to get in touch with Mike, please feel free to comment on this blog or send an email to hinshawrising at gmail dot com.
A THANK YOU FROM
THE FAMILY:
To all of you who prayed for Mike, took his name into your churches and prayer circles, reached out to him and contributed to his Hinshaw Rising fund, we are forever humbled by what you did to help our dad, brother, and uncle.
Unconscious for most of it, as nurses and doctors helped Mike to fight life-threatening smoke inhalation injuries and heal from burns to 20 percent of his body, he contracted ventilator-acquired pneumonia (VAP)--twice, fought off a staph infection on his face, and lost a huge percentage of his muscle mass.
Mike's daughter GerRee began this blog believing it would be the easiest way to catch him up on the days he would miss while unconscious in the hospital. As days turned into weeks, Mike's sister Dixie began to blog as well, with beatiful contributions from other family and friends along the way. Phoenix Rising came to serve as a hub of communication for keeping a concerned community informed and connected.
As Mike put his life back together again, his recovery has been nothing short of a miracle. It has not been easy, and it has not been quick. But thanks to the firefighters at Fort Worth Station No. 19, an amazing Burn Unit staff at Parkland Memorial, the prayers, love, and generosity from friends, the grace of God and a whole lot of plain ol' fashioned luck, the tale of rising from the ashes is his to tell.
If you'd like to get in touch with Mike, please feel free to comment on this blog or send an email to hinshawrising at gmail dot com.
A THANK YOU FROM
THE FAMILY:
To all of you who prayed for Mike, took his name into your churches and prayer circles, reached out to him and contributed to his Hinshaw Rising fund, we are forever humbled by what you did to help our dad, brother, and uncle.
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