He's starting to act more like himself, that boy of mine. Still groggy and tired (wouldn't you be if you'd just had brain surgery?) but showing signs of the Will I know and adore. Singing. Laughing. Active.
He got the royal treatment this morning -- two neurosurgeons and two PAs made the rounds to see him. The CT scans look good -- improved even from the prior three or four or however many he's had over the past six days. I've lost count.
He's there overnight again -- which is fine. Professional eyes can watch him while I try to close mine in search of rest.
I'm slowly breathing out. Expunging my anxiety with the adrenaline on which I've been running for days.
That's a good thing.
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Ah, singing and laughing are certainly a good sign! For us, when our son returns to playing video games and talking incessantly about pro wrestling after surgery, we know that he's well on the road to recovery. I hope that you'll have your little man back home soon, I know from experience that you can only eat in that cafeteria for SO long before you implode. We found that walking in that park-like area near the canal (right outside the cafe) was a great stress reliever, we tried to get out there at least once a day. Take care of yourself and your wee one!
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