Hi team... sorry, I've been slack about reporting in. Thank you all for your thoughts and well-wishes; as I've said before, I believe that your positive energy connects us all, and helps Lee along.
I slipped down to our daughter's place on Christmas eve... Lee was still in the U of A, still unresponsive, and the grandkids needed at least one of us on Christmas morning. We had a fun morning, playing with Legos, trying on new clothes, and watching the magic of Christmas through a 4-year-old's eyes; it was about the best day I'd had in a few months.
That afternoon, I got a call that the University was shipping Lee back to our small town hospital; they had a bed for her, were eager to see her, and the surgeons felt that she was stable enough to escape the big concrete box ... our little hospital doesn't have the specialists or the magic Star-Trek techno-stuff to do computer imaging of the unseen pathways in her head, but it delivers great care, it's clean and quiet, and best of all, the nurses all know her and are responsive to even small changes in her condition. So I happily packed up and came home that evening, and since then have been able to see her every day without spending 3 hours on the road or sleeping in a chair.
New Year's day, she squeezed my hand. And again, on command. 2 squeezes for yes, one for no. And was responding coherently to my questions! Only one hand, and only for just under an hour, but it was the first deliberate communication we had since November 13...
A few days later, squeezes with both hands, then yesterday, she quietly told our daughter Kami that she loved her at the end of a videochat where Kami did all the talking, and Lee just watched the screen intently. (Just a minute, I have something in my eye...)
Her consciousness level goes up and back down, much like it had in earlier months last spring when she was recovering from that bad infection... the more 'awake' she is, the more likely it is that she will respond to me, but she fades in and out. Again, that's what happened last spring, and in the fullness of time, she came back to me.
Time. She needs time to heal, I think, time to let her brain restore its fluid balances, for her tissues to regain the appropriate density. That alone could take months, but as they do, her shunt will need re-programming to adapt to the different pressures; they do that in Edmonton, and we will once again be on the road every time they need to adjust things.
I'm going in to see the surgeons early this coming week, to look for answers to the many questions I am gathering; I want them - and the nurses in ICU - to know how she is doing, that there is another small miracle underway here, and that we are cautiously optimistic again... they too spent 2 months without hearing anything from her. The one neurosurgeon has only ever seen her when she was in dire straits and his skills were needed to give her another chance; that he has operated on her 7 times tells me that he needs to know she is on an upward trajectory again. She has also been operated on by 4 other surgeons, and pretty much all the residents .. I imagine they are curious, too.
Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers; Today is Day 410... and the journey continues.