Yesterday evening was a pretty impressive showing. Matt, myself, and my Mom were all there to witness my Dad in what I thought was his best form yet. My Mom said his eyes had been wide open since she got there at 1:30pm...and honestly, I was falling asleep before he would last night. I kept dozing off sitting there in the dark with him, finally leaving at around 9pm.
He is becoming very aware of his surroundings now, attempting to talk more (and he is soooo close to telling me something), and even moving that left arm from time to time. His right arm is moving all over the place. He has lost about 15 pounds since this all started which is likely mostly due to loss of muscle mass. I wish I could put him in his own room. 'Harry', who resides just over the divider curtain, is an interesting fellow. He seems like a nice guy, but is hard of hearing, so as I am trying to get my Dad to close his eyes for the night...Harry starts yelling for the nurses, and the nurses then are forced to yell back. It's amusing for the first or second time. Harry is convinced the nurses are trying to kill him by making him "crap his pants every five minutes".
All and all...a very good day. His eyes are focusing again, and working together. He is working with the nurses a little better....though they continue to try to come in the morning...sigh. How many different ways can we say "Don't come in the morning"???
Still not a lot of movement out of that left leg.
He smiled at my mom yesterday as if he was seeing her for the first time in years.
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Dear John's Family,
My dear friend Tom Clift urged me to read this blog. I am moved by what you are going through and will keep you all in my daily prayers. Nothing---yes, nothing--is impossible for God. Keep the faith.
Sara L. Silver
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