It's Friday, March 10... Day 108;
I'm back from a few days on the road, trying to work for a living. It's scary, getting on that plane; the last 3 times I left Lee alone, things went birdcage and I ended up rushing back. Getting on that plane meant that I wasn't coming back until it was over... and I just wasn't sure about that. Fortunately, my kids, her friends and colleagues, and her sister kept watch over her while I was away.
Lee took advantage of my absence to keep recovering right along... still not back to where she was before this latest setback, but on the right path, anyway.
It seems that each setback has taken a greater toll on her; the surgeon told me that if I had a colectomy, I would walk out under my own steam in 7 days, pretty much recovered. But she started in such a weak state, it will likely take her over a month just to get back there... and then we have to keep on recovering up the ladder. I see a whole lot of physiotherapy in our future, but we have time, and nothing better to do than watch her improve.
One of her nurses is the daughter of old friends; she skated with our daughter, her Mom and Lee were figure-skating-parents (you know the type!), and her Dad and I got volun-told to do support work for a lot at test days, competitions, and carnivals that the Moms were running for the figure-skating kids. (you probably know all about THAT, too!)
Lee is working through some breathing and swallowing issues, and is so very weak, but she continues to be focused and intent on getting better. She is eating some things on her own, and is still being fed through the tube (supplemental) at night, as she is unable to take in enough food to sustain herself, yet. Appetite is also a factor; and nobody really understands how that works. Thank you to all the 'experienced' neuro-trauma types on here who have told me your stories; Lee isn't going through anything you wouldn't recognize, appetite-wise, but for a fat boy like me, not wanting to eat is just incomprehensible. Your stories have helped me to understand.
Neither of us really knows how long it will take my skinny bag of bones to get back to teaching Zumba, or even walking on her own... but we're on the road together, and we'll get there when we can.
All that matters is that she is alive... thank the Lord, and thank you for all your thoughts and prayers, she is alive and we might just recover from all this. I remember many dark days and nights when I just hoped and prayed for at least that much.
For the first time in months, I feel like this journey might have a happy ending.
Lee and I are in your debt, Team. We never felt alone.
for another setback 
that she's in good, confident hands.
- keep fighting Really 
and the quality of care and determination of you all is 
