Thankfulness

What is there to be thankful for?
It has been one and a half years and it could even be seven, ten or what. Someone more than a companion - my best hope for a better life - gone. Since her stroke life is one of emotional privation. I wasn't even aware that I was fighting some form of PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder).  Memories of better times and thoughts of the foreboding future haunt everyday. Continuing with this thinking will miss a vital point - I must complete this journey. A positive mind will make it lighter, despite the realities.
First, this blog is something to be thankful for. Kept me sane. It cheered me to know even people from far away read for prayer or concern. All who care for Miranda makes me thankful. The myriad acts of kindness that I otherwise would not have. Her profound and catastrophic illness seemed like suddenly, something switched her off . But for me it has been sort of a rebirth.  Visitors - many strangers before, endue me with much encouragement, strength in ways I've never seen nor ever will in a spartan lifestyle. Their very presence than words are cause for thankfulness. Then there are the unseen blessings - many remember Miranda in their daily prayers. The struggle for her well-being is titanic because of all those lives she touched. Acts of concern and gifts of books, food and what else ended up with me. Thinking of it prods me on. Miranda helped too. Her thriftiness in savings enable me to cope financially, although she might have planned to eventually give it all away. She left me credit cards. Even her kindness to buy an insurance to oblige a friend came back to help, although she was already adequately covered at work during that time. Finally the dogs make me thankful - whenever they see me their tails wag unconditionally. Imagine for someone else who's not Miranda, with none of these blessings how much heavier is it to carry the bed-bound sick for what's left of life. Grim.

8am: Her head is turned forwards than locked sideways, but her eyes look blank ahead. Something is changing inside her brain? Pray that it is positive.

Tuesday 26 Feb 8pm: She responds to stroking on her left forehead by closing her eyes in pleasure. But I still cannot say she understands what I say.

Friday 1 Mar 8pm: Exactly a year and half - time Marches on. She's prone to look straight at me as if pleading a request. But no words and I could only walk away baffled.

Monday 4 Mar 10am: So I wheeled her around the house yesterday, hoping it will bring memories of her entire design, tiles and all. Maybe she will - in time.

Friday 8 Mar 2pm: I tried to cheer her by saying funny things and I could detect the faint trace of a smile. It is not my imagination, I hope.

Monday 11 Mar 2pm: I tried not to let her sunken skull intimidate me into desolation. She can look, even focus but no memory whatsoever of  people around her. She's not even attempting to talk nor move her limbs but she is in otherwise good health.

Friday 15 Mar 4pm: "You know, I've got zillions of things to do," she said with her usual high-energy voice. I was exceedingly glad hearing her voice again, and thinking she must have fully recovered. Then I woke up.

Tuesday 19 Mar 3pm: "You know, it'll be good if you can go play golf with me than letting me go alone everyday," I would say to her often before I leave. Then I would detect a faint smile from her face. But my doctor friends say that she's probably not following our conversations.

Friday 22 Mar 8pm: There is definitely some progress on cognition. When I rose from her bed I noticed her eyes tracked me briefly. And there was that smile again. I know her well enough to notice it. But I hope I'm not deluding myself the next time around. But thank God.

Tuesday 26 Mar 10am: She woke up with an exclamation, her voice slurring for quite a while. We might have to re-visit her speech mountain soon.

Friday 29 Mar 5pm: Her legs continue to strengthen despite still not able to swallow smoothly. She shows her pleasure getting to rest on the bed after the daily 3 hours from the wheel chair. At least that emotion is returning. 

                        Man's Credits: The Philadelphia Gay Men's Chorus (They sing well)
                         2009: The ladies' ensemble, Nathaniel Christian orphanage, Rumania

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Endurance

If hope is on one side of a coin endurance must be on the other.  Everyone must make his or her own journey through life, even alone. No matter how arduous or demanding sticking to the end is a known mark of character. No one knows for sure what is the end and Miranda must sail thru the doldrums that she's facing at her journey now - neither better nor worse. It is also our journey - for those of us who knew her enough to continue seeing thru her illness. Sometimes heart-breaking, if you know her former self. As for me she is still wife, although our marriage is all but gone. I still make one-way conversations with her daily. Hard part is not getting any feedback. But then steadfastness to continue living must be shared - the healthy or the happy owe it to the less fortunate. This post is not just about Miranda - it is also about us. In the end to be found standing, still. Despite our vicissitudes.

New Year's Day Noon: The maid's off today, so I have her all to myself. She looked cheerful, despite having only slept 4 hours. Maybe its the holiday spirit.

Friday 4 Jan 10am: Nothing to report except she's chugging along. Starting to strengthen her legs standing (with help). Pray that she can begin to say something meaningful from those sighs and utterances.

Monday 7 Jan 10am: One of the dangers bed-bound patients must watch is chest congestion and infection. She's having congestion lately and am thankful that she's learning to cough strongly. Even sneeze - but that's probably due to dog dander on my clothes. She's also due for her 6-monthly review.  When will she learn to swallow normally is my utmost concern. She's doing it but not fast enough for a meal and rid of the dreaded feeding tube which causes all those throat irritations.

Thursday 10 Jan 9pm: A week of fighting demons - one of self-doubts and depression and of chest congestion for her. Every physical disability (mine and hers) looms like mountains to climb. Have to dig deep inside.

Sunday 13 Jan 10am: Tried to encourage talk when she opened and closed her mouth at me. But no connection. The words failed. An indomitable spirit must stay afloat despite streams of endless obstacles. Like these days. Have to ride on wings of eagles (Isaiah 40: 31)

Tuesday 15 Jan 2pm: My wings drooped - seized by a sudden pang of nostalgia of long ago memories. This can be triggered by a lack of sleep. But Miranda rested well last night and does have a slight whimpering response to touch, although the eyes show little emotion.

 Then came Isaiah 45:5-10 today - "I am the Lord, there is none else...I the Lord do all things...salvation, righteousness..I created all things..."

Friday 18 Jan 9pm: I continue to interact closely as it is probably her only window to the outside world. Yesterday when I prayed her eyes seemed attentive throughout.

Wednesday 23 Jan 11am: Stable - better than getting worse. Progress painfully slow though. She's uttering more and eyes more engaging, although a sign of being comatose is her inability to track your eyes or hands. Now is the time to mentally interact more with her, unlike 6 months or a year ago, when there were many visitors but she wasn't ready.

Saturday 27 Jan 3pm: These 2 days her nystagmus was garish -  both eyes kept scanning in a wide arch from left to right as if uncontrollable. Maybe it can be a positive sign of the brain trying to wake up, but I'm more positive than my doctors dare to say. Then at 2pm her hand-phone which I inherited since her stroke reminded me of our anniversary dinner, an event she had booked for more than two years ago!

Tuesday 29 Jan 11am: Somehow she doesn't seem to look forward to my morning greetings as before. Her eyes glazed over instead of focusing. Must strengthen her will to live again. Maybe another day.

Friday Feb 1 11am: I hesitated to make this entry but I'm thrilled. Miranda turned her head and looked straight instead of locking left up to now. Thank God her nystagmus is not worse. Hoping that she continues to look straight or more right. If the mid-brain continues to recover it will be a huge step to consciousness. Her arms are still inactive and she needs to swallow better.

Tuesday Feb 5 11am: She continued her standing routine and I noticed she will look right standing. So important to stand as to give spinal feedback to the brain.

Lunar New Year 8pm: I had set up a disappointment for myself for being too optimistic. Her brain is taking its time to recover - she can see straighter but not able to track or turn to attention. But we must persist the more on her physiotherapy - standing on one leg and loosening her tone.  Now is the time to stimulate her brain as much as practicable. With no feedback, there's only that much one can say to her.

Tuesday Feb 12 9pm: Third day of Lunar NY and babies stimulated her most, by her looking at them. But her sleep cycle is off again. Also she still does not respond to cues, "If you can hear me blink your eyes twice" doesn't work. Her hearing is acute (body twitches at every sharp sound in the room), so it must be her understanding.

Valentine's Day 11am: What a busy week of visitors and it must have lifted her spirits. Her eyes continue to focus on them. But she developed a slight cough. Have to watch her lungs and throat.

Saturday Feb 16 3pm: So I stimulate her mind with anything. Sometime ago when Miranda got started well with BTI she was taking classic pop piano lessons. Running thru her class pieces I found this and when she heard it her mind was at peace. ["If We Hold On Together" from "The Land Before Time" (1988) Music by James Horner & Will Jennings Originally performed by Diana Ross
Played on Yamaha P-140]

Tuesday Feb 19 3pm: Little progress of cognition. Even her apparent "pleased to see me" look in the morning getting rarer. Endurance is such a passive thing. I think I've found a better word to replace the title of this post: Steadfastness.

One day this blog title must also be changed - to FallenPillar (restored). When will it be?

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Hope

"Faith is the substance of things hoped for - the evidence of things not seen."

Miranda's recovery seemed to have plateaued. Around the first week of September 2011 when I sat distraught and confused in the ICU the neurosurgeon already predicted so. He said that most coma patients from ruptured brain aneurysms either recover consciousness in the first 2 to 3 weeks or hardly at all at 10% chance. The stories of people getting up suddenly from coma years after lying unconscious are mere sensational news stories, he said, and had never been witnessed by him. In the past week, some 14 months after her cranial surgery, Miranda, still unaware of her surroundings could only groan and sigh. Yesterday she tried to sit up from her wheelchair and turned her head, her right eyelid quivering, looking virtually at nothing. I feared she was about to have another spasm or fit. After she calmed down I was having to think deeply what all these mean. Is there no more progress? Will she be bedridden the rest of her life, with a healthy bodily "shell" and nothing much else? What if she outlives me, as caregiver getting older and weaker tending to her needs? One day I may not be able to lift her as easily. What about my needs? We have no children - only 5 dogs reaching the end of their lifespan. Just hoping things can turn for the better before they get worse. Besides hoping, I may have to make long-term plans. And also get a life!

Monday Nov 26 10am: Having had a fair night's sleep she stood well on her feet this morning, supported of course. Also gave us an affectionate look. Hoping she'll prove the neurosurgeon wrong.

Thursday Nov 29 2pm: Nothing of consequence this week. Christmas carols over the air stabbed me with nostalgia and deep sadness - that she would not be doing what we usually do at this time of the year. Maybe it will ring a bell in her.

Saturday Dec 1 8pm: This morning her eyes fixed on mine sadly, as if saying to please help her out of her state. But I'm not God. Then at 4pm her right arm moved slightly. So I said loudly for her to squeeze my hand. After some coaxing she did, but I'm not sure whether it was volitional or just tone.

Monday Dec 3 11am: On Friday her nystagmus returned. So badly it is bizarre. Like the electronics gone haywire behind the eyes of a bedraggled doll. Today she slept well, unlike me.

Thursday Dec 6 5pm: For 3 days now her tone was bad - stiffened limbs come and go. And panting. But her sleep was regular. The words of unbelief scream at me:

If God does not want to heal her why keep her alive to torment me? If she has her left brain she wouldn't want to live like a zombie.  She almost died on the day of her stroke. Then why for the love of her keep her in this state? And if she does not recover and does not survive later there's the pain of losing her again after all the care. What is the purpose of all this?

Sunday  Dec 9 2pm: Waited for 3 days to bring better cheer but little came. Her right side tone remains stiff and her will to go on needs a boost. Maybe her brain is fighting to get back her right motor response.

Monday Dec 10 8am: Last night she recovered some sleep and hence this morning some sanity returned. Hoping her limbs remain soft.

Thursday Dec 13 4pm: A bit more cheerful this morning. I'm slowly getting used to not feeling sad when not communicating to her like a normal person. She is after all still in coma.

Sunday Dec 16 10am: Her right limbs continue with stiffness, but I must soldier on - perhaps her left brain is fighting. This morning had some difficulty to lift her for the bath - has she gained weight or I've lost strength?

Wednesday Dec 19 4pm: 3 days of sleepless nights and today when she's recovered her sleep I thought I recognized her when our eyes met. Still fighting her right-side tone.

Saturday Dec 22 6pm: Observing her last 3 days I want to make an entry to say that it appears she's on the mend, because her eyes are more natural and she's been more vocal - not talking but sighs. But I fear to be disappointed again. It will be nice if she can smile or even look comfortable but I may be asking too much for Yuletide cheer.

Christmas Day 9pm: I kept reminding her to the point of being comical. Hey its Christmas - what are we doing today! Maybe its my imagination but I thought she could not resist a laugh. Have decided to give her Keppra today to reduce the tone and spasm. It worked - at the cost of sleepiness.

Saturday 29 Dec 9pm: Life must be really boring now for such an active mind of hers before the stroke. She now looks normal - eyes focused - it is hard to tell Miranda's real condition thru the blog - you'll have to see her yourself. She will not turn her head or move her eyes to your call although her hearing is acute - I know because her fingers twitch at sound as much as a clink in the room. And if you move into her view her eyes will focus with no hint of recognition or emotion. She can see you talking but there is no interaction or feedback. She may move her mouth but not utter a word. Has she lost the necessary database in her brain?

New Years Eve 11am: So I tried to cheer her by reminding her what we normally do at NY - her eyes seemed to lack life and will to fight. Maybe because she was watching TV whole night? Here's hoping that next year may be better. Have a safe one.

From www.planetware.com/i/photo

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Next: Endurance

Shell

I was spared this emptiness until now.  The first 30 of my 63 years to this day was without her. Then thirty so years of mirth and life. And God allowed her to be taken away. In one fell swoop the person of Miranda was gone. She has yet to recover the mid-brain, and the left dent appears as deep. Today I have only one hope - that in her place God has given me a Comforter for a soul-mate. A far better comforter now than her personality or "soul" as some might say. This thought helps me survive day by day, taking care of her body and maybe nourishing her "soul". In her place is the belief God comforted me, assuring of care, protection and love for both of us. I pursue this daily. That is how I try to have complete rest in mind and sleep. Some may say I've gone crazy or into a state of denial. But God's rest should be far more perfect than resting in an earthly union with a life partner. God has given me the pleasure of her life, and now in her place I hope, given me something far more. This should be my strength and purpose to go on living, taking care of the "shell" as  I had avowed to do. It may cost me health-wise, but illness and calamity does not spare many. I have received bountiful joy from the healthy Miranda so how can I run from this task? Also the pleasure of returning love and care of someone special and dear.

10am: She slept last night and more responsive today, despite still unaware. But we should not give up hope of improvement.  "The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him." Lam 3:25

Monday Oct 15 10am: While I'm still filled with deep sorrow and loneliness she slept well and focused her eyes on me this morning.

Wednesday Oct 17 2pm:  Had this dream in November last year which I'm not sure is foreboding or augur well. I saw a large crowd of people, mostly middle-age and young ladies coming down a round stairway, all wearing white flowing robes. Seemed like they were ending a function and heading home. So I asked one why. She said that now Miranda's suffering is over, it is time to leave.

"One has no power to make another live again, once dead.
And one has no right to wish another dead once she is made alive or half alive.
But God has both to take away or heal completely."

Friday Oct 19 noon: Today she could turn her head a little compared to zombie-like yesterday. Sometimes she would utter a cry of frustration.

From Psalm 39: 4-9
Lord, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am. Behold, you have made my days as an hand-breadth; and my age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Surely every man walks in vain: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because you have done it.
Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.

Sunday Oct 21 11am: With normal sleep cycle she did her exercise well. But her awareness is minimal, head locked left. Need to pray for recovery of the mid-brain damaged thalamus. The photo will help her overseas friends pray about it. [ The photo has been removed since the subject is unable to give consent]

 This top view was first sent to the neurosurgeon (NS) to access redness of her infection on 19 Sep 2012.[ The photo has been removed since the subject is unable to give consent]

Monday Oct 22 11 am: As she focused on me I told her tearfully that the reason she's what she is today is because of the 10% chance in hope that God will restore her completely.

Wednesday Oct 24 4pm: When her normal sleep cycle returns like last night she becomes more aware of visitors. Other than the mid-brain and left lobe her body seems healthy - sometimes I do wonder whether she will outlive me because I used to have more medical issues than her. It is in times like these that one asks the question deep inside all of us:  
What do I want to do with the rest of my life?

Thank God that the redness infection have subsided since this photo was taken for the NS. For overseas friends who have yet to see her her hair has started to grow over the stitches. This is the first close-up of her ever since her stroke.

Friday Oct 26 8pm: When I greeted her her eyes tracked me on the left.  A small mercy indeed. So even as I worked as hard as possible to get her attention and engage her mind I could not acquit myself of the guilt for not spending time enough with her when she was healthy.

Sunday Oct 28 11am: Tried again to get her to track me but was greeted with a wide stare this time, looking left at nothing. Such vacillations are frustrating.

Tuesday Oct 30 2pm: This stage of her recovery would benefit from personal interaction, because her eyes are more focused.

She has been called a terrific person. Let me share what is it like to live near the fire. In all points she's more likeable than myself. Everyone lauds her openness and generosity. Acutely aware of the feelings of everyone, she would restrain my many outbursts each time I insist on my rights. However she willingly argues for the truth. But Miranda has her favorite persons. She's enamored by babies and children as her young Institute mothers will profess. And her generosity and altruism is infectious to a fault. Once we were crossing the bridge at HK's posh Causeway Bay, the walkway littered with beggars. Pressing a fistful of dollars into my hand she insisted me, a consummate saver, to practice giving.

Thursday Nov 1 10am: Hoping to see a change for the better today I was disappointed. She's back to her inert self, unresponsive to my greetings. I think this week's break from the blog would be good.

Thursday Nov 8 8am: Came back from HK break but she's still inert. It was to be our annual vacation, and probably now my last. Memories of her linger, favorite golf holes, idyllic landscapes, and when it came to food Miranda sparkled. We reveled especially on the delectable roadside fare which Miranda will insist everybody tries. This time I became somewhat disoriented, missing her indelible presence and sense of safety. I must not become a lost puppy.

Friday Nov 9 1pm: Today her eyes could connect mine and I could talk to her. But no way of getting acknowledgment of her understanding. Her eyes also follow visitors a little. Pray that it continues to improve.

Sunday Nov 11 8pm: Today she is able to focus briefly as I talked and even occasionally gave a sigh of heaviness. But that is all - her awareness of the environment is as before - minimal. She is also currently being treated for signs of UTI (urinary tract infection).

Tuesday Nov 13 5pm: UTI has ebbed, thank God. But my efforts to cheer her to consciousness still unrequited.

Friday Nov 16 11am: Today she stood solidly on her feet as I held her on our usual standing physio. But her brain is still asleep, unaware of what we say to her. I'm starting to feel that it is status permanent. How could a brilliant scientist be reduced to this zombie in a single stroke, I still wonder...

Sunday Nov 18 11am:
When everything is tried, every path forked,
Every visitor moved on, every well-wisher said their last,
Every prognosis of medical care as it is expected,
All things done as it could be done,
Yet the stroke has occurred and the brain damaged:
There is nothing left but hope. And prayer.

Wednesday Nov 21 8am: "Durians are dropping by the roadside!" , as I tried cheering her when she awoke. Defying ST's instruction even stole her several sips of coke which she is famously known to have such affinity for. Eyes brightened at the taste of her favorite brew they focused intensely on me as I talked.

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Firing thru the lesions

It would be almost a week to the year in coma. It is hard to classify what stage of unconsciousness Miranda is now. For the past year she had to excruciatingly and painstakingly pull herself out of it. All hope of seeing her normal again was hanging on a thread. It still is - and daily is a battle of sorts. After the seizure suffered last month her eyes seem to be more focused when she is fully awake, a condition more appropriately termed "minimally conscious state" (MCS). The jarring truth about the brain trying to "wake up" is that the left brain is left scarred by the stroke. Dead tissues revealed by contrast CT-scan somehow will hamper the normal thought processes we all take for granted. Seizures are traumatic - even to watch. The synaptic firing in a thought process is still not entirely understood in terms of normal bodily behavior, but a guess is that the firing sequence cannot complete as it hits a damaged axon, destabilizing the other neuron processes of the entire brain. The neuron network collapse is grossly term a seizure or convulsion suffered by many stroke victims. But the recovery process must continue despite the trauma. Somehow the brain must find a way to heal...the trauma of seizures is like her rite of passage.

10am: Not since her 64 years to this day is Miranda helpless as a newborn babe. She made her best achievements in perfect health and that include bending backwards for friends she liked. It just takes a leaky brain vessel to take all that vitality away. Like a debt waiting to be paid. The brain controls most of the body - maybe now is a good time to revisit learning to talk and motor control. Her dear Japanese friends would say to her - Miranda, Ganbatte!

    

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too
Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

[From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/beatles-lyrics/when-i_m-64-lyrics.html]

Sunday 26 Aug 11am: She looked pleased at her party last night surrounded by friends day and night. Some even think they saw a hint of a smile. Her boggy temple continues to mystify. And I must keep my cough away from her.

Monday 27 Aug 10am: The boggy bubble burst. Neurosurgeon (NS) saw her and readmitted to the hospital for fear of infection. But there was shortage of beds so now sharing with 4 other sick people coughing and wheezing away. Fear of infection? Oh Lord!

Tuesday 28 Aug 7.30am: The decision was made by the NS last night after observing skin breakdown on her forehead. As this is written the operation to remove her implant is ongoing. Low grade infection discharge to be cleaned thoroughly. Miranda may have to live the rest of her life with a sunken skull. Pray God protect her even now. And the strength to face this setback.
4pm: Came out of surgery breathing heavily, eyes opened, trying to look at me. I saw thru them, with the puffed-up face a brave girl. A pretty brave girl.

Birthday: The first photo since her stroke (sorry, from a cellphone). Her face is now different again, since her implant has been removed.

Thursday 30 Aug 8am: Doctors have identified the bug as the SA type and now testing whether it is MRSA or MSSA. Pray that it is not the resistant MRSA. They planned to keep her on intravenous antibiotics for 2 weeks in the hospital. Hate to think of those inserts in her wrists. But yesterday and today her eyes were opened large, and can focus although her left eye remains swollen.

Saturday 1 Sep 8am: One year has passed. She's still not ambulatory nor communicative. But her swollen eye has subsided and focus on her left. The good news, thank God, is the bug is identified as MSSA, more sensitive to antibiotics. If her scar heals well the doctors plan to release her home in 2 weeks. Can hardly wait.

Sunday 2 Sep 10am: She's awake like most of yesterday but interrupted rest last night. Me too, but I'm getting better, having to unwind the tensed week. Today is a time for talking & reading to her. Pray that she coughs and clears her throat better without anguish. It seems to grieve her all the time.

Monday 3 Sep 9am: When she greeted me thru large open eyes I had a rush of tears as I beheld her dented skull. The NSurgeon did mentioned that the atrophied brain does recover a little. Pray that it will recover, like the last time, or even more. Have to also ensure no chest congestion causing those grievous gagging. Now she's cleared of phlegm with throat medication, thank God. Will quarantine myself for next days - don't want to pass her another flu bug.

Wednesday 5 Sep 8am: Resting (for me). Now almost restored from a silent mental break-down last week. Have to stay strong for her, knowing that if she has her senses back she will want me to do the same.

Thursday 6 Sept 8am: Lord, have mercy on us as we seek to strengthen each other, everyday ministering in mental and physical restoration, as a couple or as a family of friends.

Saturday 8 Sep 8am: As I bade goodbye last night her eyes followed me from the bed. She's lacking the usual physiotherapy that we gave at home because her BP tends to drop due to surgery. And I was also indisposed. I'm fighting a mental and physical gloom to get back to cheering her.

Sunday 9 Sep 7am: So the intravenous run of  cephazolin and vancomycin will end Tuesday. She gets occasional spasms of wakefulness, eyes staring wide. But her head is no more locked to her left, although I wish that the left skull is fuller. 6pm: God is kind to me today. From the changing room attendant, golf caddy to the salesperson at the club, everyone has a kind word of encouragement for Miranda. Helps me think out of the gloom of losing such a vibrant, high-energy person in one single stroke.

Tuesday 11 Sep 8am: Going home at noon. Not one more minute in an infection-prone hospital. She's got a urinary tract infection (UTI) and a concern now is that she might have difficulty emptying her bladder. So I brought home a catheter set so her doctor friends could help out in that eventuality. At 3pm the urine came - thank God another problem overcame.

Thursday 13 Sep 10am: I can see she still enjoys a shower at her own home. Still praying her left skull dent recovers and her memory better. I'm getting help from all her friends for the little things to be done. Thanks also for bringing the Comforter to my side thru your prayers, the lonely hours aren't so gloomy.

Friday 14 Sep 10am: Everything seems so difficult - the physio, shower, bed management without the safety of a skull cover. Have to move carefully to avoid abrasion or it may cause further infection. The stitches are healing but what an extensive cut. The NS have reduced shunt flow in order to reduce the dent in the skull. UTI seems to be over but excising of her phlegm still a problem. Pray that it will improve with the brain's recovery. Last night a visiting friend has given me tremendous help mentally and spiritually. It looks like I might survive this, for now.

Sunday 16 Sep 1pm: She enjoys having a face massage, especially around her dented skull. But she still has problems coughing out her phlegm (while I have problems digesting). I'm making it a habit to talk to her slowly about everyday matters. But it gets tiresome after only 15 minutes of one-way conversation. But it is the privilege of having her hear me out and enjoying her presence. Brain hemorrhages are known to have taken people away suddenly. I'm thankful for still having whatever I have of her.

 Always helping out, I've seen her in the kitchen even during student days.

Tuesday Sep 18 11am: I feel rested today because last night I trusted that God will heal her somehow. The joy of greeting her returned. Every time I looked at her face, the left side occluded by the sunken skull I twinge. Then I realized that for 8 months the cranioplasty had camouflaged it - since the day of her stroke it has always been like it after the major surgery to save her. The infection above the dura never worsen her brain, thank God.

Thursday Sep 20 2pm: More vocal yesterday and today, but nothing intelligible. Her stitches are healing nicely and hair starting to grow again. But the prayer is to please restore her left brain!

Lift up, O lift up your face and countenance
For only God can order life, death, sickness or health
Nothing I do can turn back the clock, or wish them away
And there is only that much I can do
 
So turn your heavy eyes upwards
Looking down only drags me lower
Look up and above to sky and sunshine
Lifting out of my gloom and weariness

Saturday Sep 22 noon: Eat, sleep and walk - the ingredients of mental health. She slept most of Friday and nothing much last night. Need to catch up myself. But her physio is sustained to clear the chest congestion and muscle tone. How precious are friends! Their visits take the sheer tedium of one-way conversations out of my confinement.

Monday Sep 24 noon: Nothing to report - the nadir of our lives makes us hold even tighter onto the sleeves of God. Pray that her utterances can become more meaningful rather than one of despair. It will be when she comes out of coma.

Wednesday Sep 26 1pm: Queer that she's not needing as much sleep as before. Had expected her to restore her sleep cycle after a night of wakefulness. But these days she'll open her eyes to visitors at a mere touch.Which means that there are many opportunities for cognitive interaction - needed badly.

Friday Sep 28 11am: Last night I was so convinced that God will move on Miranda. She has recovered her sleep and took her PT well this morning. Still waiting for her to show awareness of the environment. Maybe later today.

Sunday Sep 30 10am: A troubling find - a mosquito bite to her forehead has caused redness over the scalp. May have to see the neurosurgeon again about possible re-infection. God I can't take it anymore!

Tuesday Oct 2 3pm: So after my protestation the neurosurgeon allowed me to take Miranda home for oral antibiotics, rather than intravenously in the hospital ward for the skull cellulitis. Been praying that the redness reduce. If it enlarge we might have to admit her again. Hoping for the best.

Thursday Oct 4 10am: Although some redness have also appeared above her right eyebrow they are beginning to reduce.  Hoping and praying.

Saturday Oct 6 10am: Redness have shrunk - a battle won. But the war is still raging. Her head is still locked to her left and still show no recognition of friends. Maybe soon.

Monday Oct 8 11am: Still praying her mid-brain will recover to regain consciousness. Today I extended her exercise standing on locked knees. They have to get used to taking her body weight.

Thursday Oct 11 8am: Waited 2 days for better news. It came yesterday when 5 colleagues came to cheer her. She seemed to be aware of their presence.

Saturday Oct 13 9am: More colleagues came yesterday but she lacks sleep. Her coma seems to deepen every time sleep escapes her. When she closes her eyes then she could begin to turn right from her locked position. Still waiting and hoping it will improve.

<End of post>  Next - "Shell"

Acceptance

The time has come the Walrus said, to talk of many things: of ships and shoes and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings - Lewis Carrol's Alice in Wonderland

I dreaded writing this post. Ten months ago to this day, before pulling Miranda from the brink of death she was given only 10% chance of full cognitive recovery by the neurosurgeon and then only after one year. And I was further stunned when told bluntly that she'll wear a colostomy bag probably for at least two years, if not for life. Today she is still not fully conscious, cannot recognize people, nor track events around her. The left cranial data bank seem silent. Short of a miracle to fully awake her, her body functions cannot improve much further than today, if not going downhill. Life goes on, but what quality? And what about the lives of those around? Hard questions to answer, if ever there are. But knowing Miranda, if her left brain works, would want everyone to continue at everyone's very best. And at the back of my mind is the dread of one day saying, "Farewell, see you at the junction." I recall what she said once to me, "If I get there before you, I'll wave you from the corner." How could some queen of science suddenly became what the British medical once unceremoniously called "cabbages"? Just the other day I heard from a friend that Miranda had told his wife that she rather not be a vegetable, a wish that she'd told me when musing about grave illness. But nobody will pull a plug so easily for loved ones. Eventually it was a decision that went with the flow. And now she's exactly what she will not have for herself. Just have to accept the outcome. Miranda is Canadian. I hear the Canadian geese mate for life. If one is shot the other continues its migratory flight, alone. It feels strange to fly alone again after all these years. Thinking inwardly (much more for me looking at my own life) it seems so compellingly unfair...But if we say we believe in the Word, now is the time to live it. I have to dispel these enticing thoughts. They're self-inflicting.

Monday Jul 2 1pm: Greeted me earlier today with a groan, but yesterday she looked pleased with many friends and family around her. Must be the beef soup.

Wednesday Jul 4 10am: Good to stick to a routine, expecting a greeting every 7am. Yesterday's physio review corrected some errors but other than the brain she's physically ship-shape. Today she'll get some chicken broth for strength. Unfortunately it goes straight to her tummy, by-passing her taste buds. Meanwhile this blog will be silent till 11th.

Tuesday Jul 10 1pm: Everyone missed her. Miranda cared for all those golfing seniors that she travelled yearly with. In these last 5 days I can still see her in my mind's eye, flitting around, lending a hand at every baggage and paying for those short of cash. Travelling alone for me now, like everyday, is an adjustment. I begin to notice couples, the companionship taken for granted I wish now to protect vigorously. Badly needed to make up lost time with her. Since last Thursday, I hear Miranda had been mostly awake in daylight, eyes opened for visitors. She stretched her fingers again this morning. Her focus as we speak to her is returning, ever so slowly. But mostly, her stare leftwards is still vacant.

Thursday Jul 12 11am: Felt in my bones she's going to make more progress this week, neurologically, after a wonderful prayer session with a visitor yesterday. Later in the evening I defied the ST's stern warning and fed her her favorite - coke. I was rewarded with pleasure on her face. She's been swallowing her saliva numerously for weeks since. If not now when?

Friday Jul 13 4am: Noticed her mouth continued to droop to the left side, drooling from the corner. But vitals remained normal. No, not another stroke - just that she had bitten her lips swollen. What a scare!

Saturday Jul 14 2pm: As she sat at the patio taking in the required sunlight, I just felt thankful that I can enjoy a simple joy of being with her and the dogs on a rain-soaked Saturday - quite a rarity when she's normal. Although she's still asleep and inert on the wheelchair, I'm grateful that at least her necrotic lip ulcer is retreating.

Sunday Jul 15 9pm: She was definitely trying to say something. It's been a few days already - felt so helpless trying to understand the garbled sound. Still looking nowhere to her left side.

Tuesday Jul 17 10am: Saturday was when I suspected another urinary infection and saw the stained diapers yesterday. But we have to be niggardly with antibiotics unless it is full-blown. Fortunately today the diapers were clean. Have to keep our weapons sharp, even though it's only Augmentin.

1981 Madison WI: Found this among the last boxes returned from her office. "All good things will come to an end(?)" Chaucer 1374

Wednesday Jul 18 3pm: Cheerful today, got to maintain eye-contact briefly before she headed leftwards again. But she's been crying when choking on saliva at the brother's house. Could be because of irritation from the feeding tube? If her swallowing improves must wean her off it. That's a prayer.

Friday Jul 20 10am: Have to find out why she's more conscious lying down than when upright. Gravity effect on the shunt?

Saturday Jul 21 10 am: Have been buffeted by sadness again. But prolonged sadness is enmity to God for we have been called to rejoice in all circumstances. I've been allowing mourning for too long. "Now is the time to draw your swords and axes".

Monday Jul 23 1pm: After a boring Sunday (usually no visitors, not even family) she started to show her teeth again (that she's pleased) this morning when I greeted her. But she must give up coke, as attempts to satisfy her have caused some choking.

Tuesday Jul 24 9pm: Danger lurks at every corner. This morning discovered a reddish swelling at the cranioplasty area. Low grade fever detected after all the visitors have left. Neurosurgeon was cautious. Hope that it is not an infection, otherwise she must be re-admitted. Pray...

Wednesday Jul 25 10am: Temperature remained normal thru' the night. Reddish swell smaller but neurosurgeons know what the worst could be - needing re-surgery. Hoping for the best. Now I don't feel so guilty avoiding crowds and asking visitors to wash their hands.

Thursday Jul 26 11am: The good news is that she seems free of infection. The bad is the mosquito bites she's been getting. More vigilance for the maids to avoid opening the doors unnecessarily. She seems cheerful this morning, taking long looks at her visiting distant cousin. Restless at night.

Saturday Jul 28 9am: The fit came at 4pm yesterday. She was tensed and wanted to sit up. When relaxed sitting up she turned deliberately to her right side and I could see her eyes trying to focus, like the left brain waking up. Then suddenly she collapsed in severe convulsions, her head to the left and mouth distorted. Her cries was hideous and went on for a full minute. Slowly she relaxed, feeble. When the ambulance arrived she was already calm. But she should be admitted, the A&E doctor said - who's to know whether the next attack could be worse? She's on a drip now, with anti-seizure (Keppra or levetiracetam) and antibiotics. Watching for cranioplasty infection. Pray that the best will come out of this. Perhaps a necessary step to neural recovery. Fewer visitors for now at TTS ward 12a. At least till expected discharge on Wednesday.

Sunday Jul 29 9am: So the contrast ctscan shows no skull infection. But the scalp remains red. Ventricles now normal although left brain damage remain as scarred tissues. Watches TV from the bed without turning left. Thank God that's an improvement. May the Spirit remains at peace with her throughout the brain recovery. Visitors should resume, with usual precautions.

Monday Jul 30 8am: She remained stable yesterday despite surviving the "war-zone" at A&E admissions without further infection. Therefore must get her back to home-front ASAP. Also missing physio her upper lip tend to be tightened and distorted. Cause of seizure? Scarred lesions in the damaged brain. Likely to recur with stress without medication. For now must remain vigilant, especially when the water appears calm. Bad turns have happened in hospitals when things looked rosy.

 Of all the dozen of dogs in her life Pi's death from intestinal amoeba affected her most visibly. Not 3 weeks from that last National day that Miranda suffered the stroke.

Tuesday Jul 31 8am: Have to wait for the culture tests before discharge, whether it matches that of the UTI or something more ominous.

Wednesday Aug 1 5pm: Both tests came back negative, so Miranda will go home Friday. I wish it'll be earlier, but something to be thankful for.

Thursday Aug 2 noon: Time to remove those dreaded intravenous inserts to her bruised arms and return to oral medication. She seems rested today, eyes opened. Restless at night.

Friday Aug 3 noon:  More relaxed and able to sleep now she's at home.

Sunday Aug 5 1pm: True to form, Miranda is not usually talkative, even if she could talk. Though visitors please her she would not speak a word, but her eyes tell it all. The anti-seizure medication yesterday brought back periods of drowsiness, but am happy to add that she's beginning to stretch her fingers more.

Tuesday Aug 7 10am: Have to watch the hard spot on her skull cap - probably neurosurgeons do not understand engineering fit. At friends' coaxing last night she began turning to her right - a positive sign, but what an effort! Spending more time talking to her, as her eyes now focus better.

National Day 1pm: She sat up thru the night and intermittently watched the free movie channels available now. However this time she does not turn to friends calling her on her right. But she tries to recognize those on her left side.

Saturday Aug 11 7am: She looked long at her visiting cousin yesterday, twitching her right eye as if to make a connection. This was exactly what happened 2 weeks ago during her seizure. Thank God there was no breakdown this time. Keep firing!

Monday Aug 13 10am: Yesterday was another dismal Sunday. Her head still contorted to the left and she did not seem even to notice me. But her eyes remained active. This morning she had a hard time clearing her chest - suspect it is the feeder tube irritating phlegm. Pray that the time comes for her to swallow normally and rid of the feeder. But we have prayed this before...the speech therapists must be the most cautious people in the world.

Wednesday Aug 15 11am: Compared to yesterday she was quite responsive to physio - I could even sense that she's somewhat aware of the good in the exercises. Drowsiness has returned - probably due to anti-seizure dosage. And of course the scourge of the secretions in her throat or whatever that is irritating. Was OK till evening when I rudely realized that Miranda is far from being out of the woods. She lifted her head to her left and tried to see around her - as if trying to wake up to the surroundings. But her stare was fixed and dark. She is still in coma.

Friday Aug 17 8am: Her left face was swollen from yesterday evening. Could be an insect bite like the one on her groin before - edema-like. But no fever and vitals normal. Cold compress helped reduce it but she does react to pressure on the region. Another infection watch.

Saturday Aug 18 10am: The mysterious swell remained, though reduced by hot compress and her left eye not so boggy. Got to cheer her up. Maybe I'll get her permission to have a photo of her on the blog.

Monday Aug 20 8am: Another quiet Sunday yesterday and the maid was off on Hari Raya. But got to spend time up close. She was trying to lift herself off the pillow, her stiffened arms riveting. You could see the fight is still in her - as if she was trying to wake up to her surroundings, eyes twitching. All I could do all afternoon was to cheer her on the side, hoping that it will not trigger another synaptic collapse. Also found out that the holes in her implant allow csf to flow, maybe causing her boggy temple. Unusual at such a late stage, but subsiding.

Wednesday Aug 22 10am: Almost fell off the chair fixing the bulb yesterday. Must remain in one piece (but not the bulb)! Miranda's right hand is becoming more active than her left - contra-wise to her injured left brain. But not as active as her legs. Yet she's not talking though her eyes can follow some. Her boggy left temple is reduced to a bump - not sure what to do but to watch her temperature.

Friday Aug 24 10am: Still troubled by her mysterious boggy left skull but no fever. Neurosurgeon did say bogginess expected but for how long? She does not look too good this morning - probably lack of sleep. We'll see how she cope this afternoon. If her cheer returns I'll take a photo.

<End of post>    Next: Firing thru the lesions

Mobility Crevasse - Challenging the Limbs

I can never forget the look on Miranda's grim face the day of the burst aneurysm as her left brain fought valiantly against the haemorrhage. You can compare it to a burnt motherboard on a computer. The controlling software went absent - there were no signals to attached devices, even though they were not damaged. Where this analogy ends is the hope - the human brain is known to have some level of self-healing that is not completely understood medically today. That is why we persist in getting her attached limbs and unused muscles toned for the moment when some day, signals again come from the brain. All the hours of therapy and massages will be worth it. This past two months Miranda hardly progressed in her speech. We seem defeated by the speech mountain and we have to return to overcome it one day. On the same tough road to recovery is the need to restore use of her muscles. Have to cross this crevasse.

Friday May 18 11am: Yesterday was Miranda's last day of employment at A*Star, where she founded and grew the Institute known as BTI. It was also a busy day for her as the neurosurgeon re-calibrated her VP shunt to allow bigger orifice flow, having seen from the CT-scan that her ventricles were fuller than before. The Speech Therapy was nothing more than counseling - she is still not ready for oral feeding and much dependent on oral hygiene and precautions. Her infections have subsided - the left eye less red and the groin swelling reduced. So on the road we plod. This month we will try standing Miranda more on her feet and to challenge her arms.

Sunday May 20 8am:
"No one cares for my soul...I cried out to Thee, O Lord thou are my refuge.
Give heed to my cry, for I'm all alone. Bring my soul out of prison, so that I may thank you. The righteous will surround me and you will deal bountifully to me." Psalms 142: 4-7

Monday May 21 11am: Last evening group of 9 elders came to break bread round her bed. She was all eyes. Throughout the entire time. Probably tensed up wondering what is going to happen to her in the seriousness and ritual of these men standing around. But this morning she noticed me and relaxed. She needs a lot of calm, personal interaction, something her friends (and family) can provide at this stage of recovery. I think she is moving towards MCS (minimally conscious state) from persistent vegetative state (PVS). That would be something to praise God for.

Tuesday May 22 11am: Her stiff limbs are not contractures, as they can be relaxed by massage. Probably the brain's recovery phase (?). The advice for coma patients is to massage the static body as frequently as possible. Here is an area that I am completely alien to - and Miranda is certainly the last person to rush to a massage parlor in our past holidays. But to get the limbs supple it is a necessary skill to learn.

Wednesday May 23 11am: She cried out last night - like one of frustration. Have to find out why she's salivating so much and even choking on her saliva. Left cornea not healthy, shedding some tissues. Hope that it cures completely. More alive today.

Thursday May 24 2pm: Didn't know that her air-con broke down till late last night. Poor girl - didn't have the means to say so and the maid clueless. But she's a toughie - managed to gaze at me this morning and opened her eyes willingly most of today. So now we will massage all her limb muscles and have her stand longer on her feet, with the knee restrainer. Unusually hot night and desperate for cooler air I prayed for rain.

Friday May 25 11am: Thank God the rain came at 3am. She'll not have air-con comfort till Saturday. Rain again tonight?

Saturday May 26 8am: She slept through the fans. We inveterate air-con sleepers are at the busy serviceman's mercy in hot seasons like this. After the air-con was fixed she looked fixedly on 2 former AGA students of hers, trying to recognise. Back to the sleep routine again.

Sunday May 27 6pm:

"Turn and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted." Psalm 25:16

"Even though my family is not with me, the Lord will receive me." Psalm 27:10

"And surely I will be you always to the very end of the age." Matt 28:20

Monday May 28 1pm: Despite her deep sleep since Saturday I can still feel she could hear my voice. The lips relaxed, eyes then opened briefly before shutting them again. She's like saying "I see you and I know but I still need to sleep!". Today I extended her standing position 15 minutes to develop her flaccid calf muscles. Still coughing on her saliva.

Tuesday May 29 11am: Got to briefly open her eyes and to watch her favorite "Sound of Music". Her left eye, still wet seems better, but her salivation continues. Some old friends came to maintain eye contact. She would open her eyes in our mid-conversations, as if interested in the banter. Miranda loves food and some dear visitors have brought me delicacies that she loves. Thank you! and for other presents too. But I do feel a bit of guilt enjoying them while looking at her, inert in her wheelchair or bed.

Wednesday May 30 8am: A friend told me vivid dreams about talking to her again, in long, level-headed conversations. I have this constant echo in my head - "Kian-na lets do this...I don't think I want to do that..." Its like neural synapse transfer.

 Lake Tahoe 1990s - Good to remember the times when we have every cylinder firing.

Thursday May 31 1pm: Some visitor prayed the other day that God in His time will turn on the switch to her consciousness. What a refreshing prayer! Her sleep cycle is now double the normal diurnal - sleeps every alternate 24 hours, and then opens her eyes occasionally.

Friday Jun 1 8am: "Com'on keep fighting! You're getting better!", I urged her as she struggled hard opening her wet, sticky eyelids. Earlier she had laid back contentedly on her bed after therapy and a hot bath. It was a hot night with cool morning showers and I had to get up early to ensure the air-con was not becoming too cold. I'd decided to pray for only one thing each night - starting with her will to go on living.

Saturday Jun 2 7am: As I stirred from bed I used to hear the car on the driveway at the crack of dawn as she came back with market delicacies early Saturdays. Not anymore. She laid distorted on the raised hospital bed with her hands clenched, nursing her brain in fidgeted sleep. But her left eye seemed better as she peeked at the TV screen when I turned on. Today my prayer is that she'll voluntarily move her arms more.
"Grief is the price you'll pay for love." - HM Queen Elizabeth II

Sunday Jun 3 8pm: "Meet you at the golf ball", Miranda referring to the giant water feature we used to wait for each other after our showers. But these days I come straight home unless I fancy eating after golf alone. The nearest she get is watching golf on TV. I wonder whether she could track what she watches? That's a prayer.

Tuesday Jun 5 10am: Yesterday was a complete day of rest. When she came to this morning she was totally disorientated - like she's never seen me before. I've determined that from now on, when her eyes open for more than 5 minutes we will administer the NACD program (package of stimulants relating to smell and touch). Thank God we've finally rid her of tongue deposits from her reflux and her left eye is on the mend. But there must be some more active way of preventing decline of her mental capacity.

Wednesday Jun 6 2pm: A curious thing happened this morning at therapy. When I buttressed her arms on the bed and let her, sitting, lean on them, her eyes opened fixated. I then softly whispered that that's how she strengthen them she looked at me. I wonder whether I've hit the spot on her brain preventing any of her arm movements. I pray that it will be revived.

Thursday Jun 7 11am: Came up with idea of stimulating her mind and prevent mental decline - watching movie re-runs with her.  I've forgotten most of Hawaii-5O but by watching and discussing (one way) with her, she kept her eyes opened throughout the episode. She even closed her eyes during the adverts and resumed with the story. Happy day!

Saturday Jun 9 8am: Yesterday was another dismal day of sleepiness, so this morning her eyes opened for some daylight. As she has totally immobile arms there's something else to watch out for - mosquitoes. Must warn the maid to watch the bite areas as the last cellulites swelling at the groin must be due to some bites. A serious vector infection may imperil her life.

Sunday Jun 10 8pm: Contrary to expectations she kept awake most of today. So after a while I rushed to her side to ensure she is not lonely without any visitors. But her eyes glued to the TV. I then realized that I was the lonely one.

Tuesday Jun 12 2pm: Yesterday was uneventful, except she still opened her eyes for visitors. Today she remained wakeful and even uttered something during therapy. Strange that her right arm is now more active than the left, given that her left brain is impaired.

Wednesday Jun 13 10am: The gall of it! After months of hospital rigour the maid still did not self-quarantine when she was sick. Had to send her out of Miranda's room. Fortunately it wasn't flu or something infectious as it could be the death of her. The medical back-off treatment rule still applies - as she is still comatose.

Her favorite fruit (1980s at a small Malaysian town)

Thursday Jun 14 5pm: Today is her off day again, sleeping. But more so on the wheelchair than horizontal. Like to believe that rest is the mode for left brain repair, as now she tends to turn to her left a little less, indicating a less dominated right side.

Friday Jun 15 9pm: I was wrong. Last Thursday I thought she could follow a story on TV. But today she stared through the commercials as though they were part of the story. Then I had to switch it off so that I can make eye contact. Alas, she is still in coma.

Sunday Jun 17 10am: So despite all the provocation to wake her yesterday she continued sleeping during visitors. But this morning I found her knee lodged tightly against the bed rails - over-active legs during a hot night. What can I do? I cannot watch her 24/7. Besides kicking is good against bed-sores as she is unable to turn herself.

Monday Jun 18 2pm: Her office stuff came home today. As I peeked into the boxes there was a lump in my throat.

Wednesday Jun 20 11am: A difficult yesterday for swallowing, and still struggled a bit today. But she seemed pleased to see me after showers. More wakeful for visitors, indeed opened her eyes for most of today.

Thursday Jun 21 11pm: Not only was she engulfed by sleep, she could only stare blankly into space at visitors after being awoken. Also had to turn her away so as not to be bewitched by constant staring at the TV. I was so aggrieved that had to leave the house for a break.

Saturday Jun 23 4pm: She started the day crowing something unintelligible but a good sign for speech unlike yesterday's staring into space. Looking normal, except she still does not engage people. Guess that has to wait.

Sunday Jun 24 8pm: She's able to look more to the right and stayed awake for most of today. Prayer wish: that she may utter something consistently.

Tuesday Jun 26 9pm: She was visibly pleased yesterday when her close doctor friends stroked her face. Rather than recognition I thought because she's been alone and company must have brought joy. Or was I the loner? It's hard to tell her feelings.

Thursday Jun 28 2pm: Yesterday had to quarantine myself, probably caught a bug at the dentist's. This morning I could hear her crow of frustration. Not of sadness but a plaintive cry. She has started to cough out the salivation, a positive sign. The encouragement to fight on (myself included) has become a daily prayer.

Saturday Jun 30 10am: This morning greeted me with some garbled noise. But I can sense she's getting weaker because she used to be able to turn her head toward visitors. Must strengthen her with some beef soup. She's more alert on bed. The grind is getting on to me too. I must rejuvenate.

< End of post >. Continue in July