I wish you all could have heard the sound of my dad's voice last night when he called. It's as if every muscle in his body had relaxed....the muscles around his rib cage, his lungs (ok, not just muscles), his vocal chords. He was breathing. Real breaths. The natural ones. The even ones.
I think I have my dad back. And it's all thanks to my mom.
Yesterday the doctor visited to check on mom's progress. He was "very impressed". Apparently everyone who has been working with mom has been very impressed. He explained that in the beginning her progress was a slow climb, but in the last two weeks she has really taken off. It's been so great that the doctor said he would personally fight for her to stay longer at Presbyterian should the insurance company recommend she move elsewhere.
Maybe it's awareness and being able to make conscious choices? Maybe it's being able to feel the improvements makes her fight harder for more of them? Shit, who knows why "all of the sudden". But seriously folks, who cares?!
No, it's not over. Clearly the road continues. But for the first time in 142 days it feels like we're not just "seeing things," that the progress we sometimes think we see is not just us trying to make ourselves feel better. It's real. Unlike the bats that live in her ceiling. Those aren't real. Right?
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