I visited Ian yesterday, and it was cool to see him first stare at me and then avert his gaze to something else - in this case a colorful print on the wall of the conference room at Children's which he seemed to study. He's done that kind of thing before; his aunt noticed him following the fish in a fish tank recently. He seems to have much more control over his right eye, and it looks a lot better than it did before the medication. The medication they put in his eye makes it look goopy, though.
His wound on his back seems to have no infection left in it according to a nurse. However, they want to have a plastic surgeon look at it on Wednesday when he has his appointment with a knee surgeon. We don't have confirmation on the wound's status, but at least it's promising. If there's no infection, there's a greater chance he'll have the knee surgery.
We're going down tomorrow (Christmas) morning to celebrate with him. We're going to take some of our presents with us and open them there with him.
I miss Ian. We miss him. Come back to us soon, Ian. Merry Christmas.