Well, after the third visit to the doctor in a bit over 24 hours, it appears as if Stevie might be beating this thing back, with the help of antibiotics. All of the icky infected places on his ankle except for one have opened and begun draining on their own...the doctor hopes that if I continue the continuous hot, wet towels wrapped around his ankle, that one will begin to open and drain, too, so the doctors will not have to open it up.   We are still under instructions to take him to the hospital immediately if he begins to run a high fever, and he is not supposed to be on his feet until that last lesion opens up...Bill has been carrying him to and from the bathroom!

This weekend he was so happy and energetic, teasing everyone like a mischevious kitten. And then -- WHAM! Shows you how unexpectedly fragile life can be ...and how precious our good times really are!