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Every time he did something “normal”, something that he’d done before the accident, my insides would unclench a little. I was still afraid of some residual damage so I didn't ask him to write his name or anything like that. They had been talking about whether or not to do any brain imaging when he got his throat MRI and they decided against it. It takes a few days for cell death to show up and they said they didn't want to give us false hopes. The doctor said that his behavior would be the best indicator for us anyways.
At midnight one of our doctors from the PICU came down to check on him. He hadn’t seen him for a few days and was so happy for us. I told him we weren’t sure if we were getting out tomorrow but that I had a list of questions. He volunteered to answer them for me and so we spent an hour out in the hall talking.
I loved Doernbecher’s so much. Everyone showed that level of caring. Even the mother of the patient next door (an 18 month old girl on her 3rd brain surgery) was worried about me and wanted to give me a hug.
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It's getting so much easier to write these. Happy words, fun pictures, and talk of leaving the hospital all together. :)
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