Thursday Magic

Three weeks ago last Tuesday my mom suffered a serious stroke. The kind of serious that shook every single one of us to the core. The kind of serious that you don't know if she'll survive. But she's Pam, so she did. And today via Facetime, she looked straight into an iphone screen with both eyes open and mouthed that she loved me. I stood outside on an annoyingly loud Brooklyn street, cursing the stupid cars that felt the need to pointlessly vent frustration with a honking horn and then realized it made no difference if I could hear her. I could see her. I could see her lips moving. And there's no mistaking what it looks like when my mom tells me she loves me... over and over again. Thank you Judy (another fairy godmother) and THANK YOU MOM.

The specifics: ENT visited today, they think her trach is too big or the there's too much swelling which is why she can't use her voice yet. So they're working on it. More caffeine-like stuff to wake her up a bit more and make her a bit more active. The CT scan shows she's still making progress. The neurologist is not concerned and thinks her progress if fine. The nurse today was from the Evanston hospital ICU and was amazing. All in all things are great.

And many of you have commented on my strength and thanked me for keeping you up to date. I can't and won't take credit for my strength. It comes from my parents. They've made me who I am and obviously (and thankfully) continue to do so.

Keep the karma coming.