Mum has not been good at all. Diagnosis is serious and we’re looking at a long journey to recovery.
Yesterday Dad beside her hospital bed for hours and she managed to vaguely mouth a few random words, opened her eyes very occasionally, but didn’t react or focus.
This morning Dad rings me to say “I popped out for a paper and came back to find an answer phone message from your mother!”.
She’s talking (albeit a little slurred and slowly), she’s awake, she can move.
This afternoon I spent 2 minutes on the phone to her.
Better news than any of us could possibly have dared dream.
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