Message Forty Two

At the entrance to the ward is a large display of items in the Christmas Raffle.  When we arrived Liz was needing to use the bedpan.  We gave her space, and only ventured into her room when H, her nurse, came out carrying a brimming bowl.  We heard Liz call out after her, "Put it in the raffle."

We have already done our duty by guessing the name of the toy dog.  The names we chose were any that reminded us of Liz's friends and family (Theo, Susie, Maya, Chloe, Star, Joey, Mini (Minal)... you get the idea.

Today Liz went to a Communications Workshop.  It was a far cry from an English seminar at Sheffield.  She continues to tell me that she is encouraged though, and not dismayed. She is counting her blessings and she is occupying her mind in the small hours of the night by naming all the fixtures on the ceiling.

I agreed with her that I could detect some strength in muscles in the top of her left arm, but we have yet to see if they are going to actually help by moving it.  The move to Rehab is now scheduled for some time next week.

Hlutei's picture of Liz.
(Liz liked the purple hair.)