I don't have a ton to report to you. I know that she's still doing better than the day before, which is what we want. I also know that today when Debbie (Debbie Norton, for those who are not familiar, has known my mom since they were teenagers and has been one of my fairy god mothers since I was born)... anyhow, Debbie asked my mom if she wanted to hear my voice and she gave a thumbs up, so obviously I called. I then babbled to her about the meaningless things going on with me and told her how much I loved her. When they asked her if she heard me, she gave a thumbs up. I have never been more relieved in my life. She hears me. She hears us. She's there.
My dad, Dee and Debbie all met her doctor tonight. My dad told me approximately three times how much he likes this doctor and the sense of trust and elation in his voice made me feel thankful. He reported that the doctor "felt positive" about the way things are going - in my brief, but intense experience with doctors that translates to "things are good, but I don't want to get you excited in case something freakish happens". I know that feeling. It's scary to get hopes up. It's scary to believe that things will ever be as they were. They won't be. But when a doctor says "positive" to me, I think "HELL YES!!!" It means potential. I will never take the past or present for granted, but I'm surely going to make the future count.
Goodnight.
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