I'm immensely pleased to read that your dh appears to be on the road to recovery and I trust that the insertion of his new line was merely by way of a minor procedure that hasn't set him back in any way.
A certain surgeon appears to be the hero of the hour. His obvious skills with a needle have given sw's talented team a run for their money - and I'd put money on sw prevailing on Mr P to sew a patch for your quilt in his minimal spare time 
However, the true hero is undoubtedly your dh who's unfailing courage and determination is an inspiration which is matched only by your own - you do know that you're our heroine, don't you, JandJ? 
At this point I humbly offer belated apologies for my absence. I've been here in spirit but my person has been required elsewhere. It very much looks as if I'll be staying this side of the pond for another 10 days or so and my new provisional date of return to the UK is Sept 30, although my flight is not booked as yet.
On the subject of spirits, on Friday I invoked Kumugwe as planned. It may be of interest to lasa that this particular deity lives at the bottom of the sea and has been known to appear as an octupus - who happen to be creatures I'm fascinated by. I was particularly intrigued by Paul the Pyschic Octupus who rose to some prominence for his ability to pick winning football teams during some international competition or other - would it have been the World Cup?
Btw, when I mentioned previously that Kumugwe is the master of seals, I was referring to seals as per Mumat's tale of the Cornish coast rather than blobs of wax embossed with a seal.
My equine pal and I embarked on our very long trek at daybreak and shortly after mid-day, having done the necessary, I poured a Hope on a Rope from my trusty flask and flicked a soupcon of the nectar into his water container prior to facing east and making the customary toast. Before taking his first thirsty gulp, my very good friend threw his head back and whinied in what I have no doubt was the horsey equivalent of 'Here's to the very good health of you and yours, JandJ'.
By the time we returned home I was somewhat bow legged trail weary but I made a mental note to tell lasa to let her ds know that a Western saddle is far superior to the English version for long distance riding. Without mine, I suspect I'd be sleeping face down
Of necessity this a brief 
note from me. I have lots more to impart in my next missive; powerful gods aplenty have been directed to your dh's bedside, JandJ, and more will be following. 'A god a day keeps the doctors at bay' has become my new motto
It seems that there's a need to despatch a god or 10 2 to sort out teach consideration for others to a certain group of schoolboys 
It shall be done, sw, and I hope to respond to your kind invitation re 'the other place' sometime tomorrow.
Looks like sw and Pa are destined to engage in some arm wrestling to determine who's paying for what, where, and when. In the interim, if anyone can't spare the time to make a patch and isn't able to donate to the quilter's chosen charity please pm me and Pa will discreetly pick up the tab as neither he nor I would want anyone who's contributed to JandJ's thread to be left out of the finished project.
In the hope that my next response will follow in a more timely fashion, I'm now departing with waves to everyone which are also serving to waft more glittery magical sparkles over one and all.
PS to Homebird; may we take it that you're referring to setting your dh up with needle, cotton, and a selection of offcuts of material while you go have fun out and about with ds2
PPS to fool; I came across a wonderful depiction of the fool sitting on the hill with the world at his feet and the sun and moon over his head. May I pass it to sw to see if her quilters can replicate it and add it to the quilt on your behalf?