A Good Friday

It's amazing to see how far Patrick has progressed since Sunday morning, when he was put into his coma. Even since yesterday, he's made great improvements! When I came in this morning, we were able to have a pretty interactive conversation -- he could ask me how I was, he told me he loved me, and that he was sorry for all of this. He also (repeatedly) asked for a hamburger and a smoothie. The boy is hungry. He should be able to pass his swallow test tomorrow, and then move onto a clear liquid diet (not exactly a hamburger, but we're moving in the right direction!)

He was also able to move both arms on command, make appropriate gestures when asked, and even itch his own nose. I realize these sound like minute developments we parents get excited about as our little one grows up before our eyes...but when your husband is in a coma for 2 1/2 days, and you have NO idea what sort of mobility or cognitive acuity he will have if/when he returns from la la land, these developments are reason for great excitement!

He had a Petscan done this afternoon, to determine if there was any new cancer activity in his brain, and at first reading, there doesn't appear to be any, but that will be confirmed next week, when his medical team is back in action. But, the fact that there weren't any obvious indicators of new growth is encouraging. We're still hoping to have answers as to his neurological decline over the past few months, but in the meantime, we are SO very thankful at how well he is doing right now, given the recent craziness.

I've been praying for God to heal him, and for God to show us mercy in all of this, and I believe he is doing both...even if in very small ways. But those very small ways are reason to rejoice! Thank you for your fervent prayers, concern and love for us. In the midst of this insane week, I have felt supported and held up by something much stronger than my own feeble strength. Thank you for being a part of that support system!