We are settling back into the fold at Shepherd Center. There is great comfort in the familiar faces and voices of doctors nurses and therapists who all played such a huge role in Forrest's first miraculous recovery. Their love and devotion to Forrest is written all over their faces. The night nurses all came to visit him last night, to offer their encouragement and support.
In spite of his weakness and storming, he began his therapy sessions yesterday. The exciting news today was his first communication in weeks. He was able to respond briefly to his speech therapist's questions by blinking once for yes and twice for no. The effort was so great that he could only maintain this tenuous link for a few moments before a storm overtook him and his racing heart and tremors swept him away. I ache to hear his voice. The last time I did was March 27th when with great effort he whispered "thank you" to a nurse who changed his intravenous catheter. The tremors are heartbreaking. Sometimes moving his arms or legs helps, sometimes a wet cloth on his head, sometimes repositioning him breaks the cycle, sometimes extra medications grant him a reprieve. And sometimes nothing seems to bring relief and we just have to ride them out.
Our day was brightened by a visit from Brian Selfe, one of our incredibly poetic blogsters, and his son Tyler stopped by to deliver Andy's Devine homemade cookies and his mother's amazing chocolate Easter eggs. They arrived just in time to help us move Forrest and his belongings to his new room (his18th room since the accident).
Tomorrow is Easter, Forrest. Rebirth, new beginnings, faith, daffodils & "peeps"... I will give thanks for my many blessings; your spirit is alive & you are fighting your way back to us, your brother's strength of character and uncompromising commitment, your Father's patience with me and devotion to his family, my brother's & sister's love & support (Granma Boo would be so proud of her 5 "Pebbles"), the amazing generosity of your extended family, our friends & colleagues, the talent & compassion of your many doctors, nurses, & therapists, my growing faith that you are meant to lead your own life, that you will reach out in your own time to your family, friends, and community.
Tomorrow, I will celebrate the joy & love in our lives and I will pray for patience (not my strength) and the courage to embrace whatever the future brings.
With love to all of Team Forrest,