Mom is slowly improving. Back from the brink, I pray. I think she's going to have an I-could-see-myself-on-the-hospital-bed-from-above-then-started-down-a-tunnel-with-a-bright-light-at-the-end-and-saw-your-Dad-and-he-told-me-to-go-back-because-it-wasnt-my-time story to tell. Like Nikki Sixx... but not from a self-induced dose of heroin.
Still not "out of the woods" as the Dr.s say, but also "nothing short of a miracle".
I'm afraid my level of relief is unchanged until she becomes coherent again... A blink on command will be as if she's won a gold medal. I will be overjoyed.
Musings of a Mom (of kid and dog), Marketer, Pop Culture Enthusiast, Amateur Baker, Pop Culture and Food Fan
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