With A Whisper

She has her new trach! Dr. A decided to get involved and tell the ENT how she felt about my mom not having the new trach. I feel as though she and my mom may have a few things in common. But thanks to Dr. A, mom can now whisper. So far she has said her name, my dad's name and Dee's name. We also know that she is able to express her feelings "pretty well" after she told Dee how she felt about her moving her head. No. It's any of the words you're thinking. It was simply "stop". Get your mind out of the gutter people. Anyhow, some of you may find it surprising, but talking takes a lot of energy, so it will be a little while before she'll be making phone calls. But it's a big step in the right direction.

The other exciting news is that Dr. A has decided to start testing her ability to eat. On the menu: coffee, yogurt and ice cream. I mean, I could do without the yogurt, but coffee and ice cream sound like a pretty sweet line up to me. I feel fairly certain my mom agrees. I have no idea when it's going to happen. I know that's what you're probably wondering. The thing I DO know is that you NEVER know when things will happen in a hospital. I feel like if you are given a time or date it's for the sake of everyone's sanity. For them, it means they can stop being asked. For you (us) it's so we can pretend we know what's going on. I can't blame them. We've all had a conversation with a relentless 5 year old. You know what I mean. The conversation in which the 5 years old asks you the same question over and over and over again until you just make something up to satisfy them. (PS, I don't endorse lying, unless it's to stop answering awkward questions from a 5 year old). I imagine it's a similar experience for anyone who works in medicine.

That's the news I have for now.