Scottie is showing limited improvement. He is showing (very) small amounts of responsiveness. He is still on antibiotics for secondary infections. He is breathing on his own (through the trache), with only a little added oxygen to give him a boost.
My biggest fear is that he will stay exactly as he is – alive, probably conscious of his situation and his surrounding, but unable to interact with them. That makes any pending decisions impossibly difficult, as if they weren’t already. His neurologist says he is not progressing as rapidly as she would expect to see at this stage. That being said, it’s wonderful to see those bright blue eyes of his open, even if it is for only a couple of minutes at a time.
On the home front –
Homecoming is this week, and we are all engrossed in Mums and plans for the event.
OK – I know, it’s a big deal to the boys, but it just seems frivolous to me right now.
In order to run this Blog like the McBush campaign, I will now hope to distract you from the lack of substance here by providing a bit of fluff. Here are a few pictures from our evacuation weekend.
Brave Sir Robin needs to quit wearing the same shirt every time someone snaps his picture.
Yes, beer is served by the bucket.
Inside Gruene Hall, (the oldest dance hall in Texas), Dylan won a bet by finding Leon Russel on the wall.
I met this lovely young lady, a local, in the hall as well.
I hope to visit you all soon, I'm trying.