Sunday, November 4, 2018

Message Thirty Nine

I talked with Liz today about whether she would like to take over informing you about what's going on.  We discussed the levels of censoring that are necessary.  I have been writing the messages.  Margaret and Joanna read it.  They polish it and correct the grammar.   Liz acknowledged that she is pretty free and easy with information about her situation (like her father).  I have described her as lying in 'the bed of truth'.  Liz has been able to say whatever she wants to say.  She describes things just as they are.  We agreed to continue working as a team.

Liz says she is positive, but aware of the challenges that are now ahead of her.  It's like she has slid down a high mountainside to the bottom and is crawling up it again. Liz has been experimenting with her hand writing.  It's becoming more legible, but it's still an effort for her.  She feels more comfortable in her wheelchair.  The Speech Therapist fed her 'peach' yogurt which went well.  We have never been so aware of the power and importance of a swift swallow.

My cousin Theo flew over from Brno for the weekend.  He knows Liz well and lived with us when  Liz was a young child.  Yewande visited again in her school half term (the Birmingham half term holiday is very late).  Hana and her sister Zarina came with a wonderful card that has been sent to all ten of her close school friends around the country with wonderful messages and even some poetry. Liz noted with them how important it has been for her to be able to connect with her life before the brain haemorrhage.

Next week Elizabeth will be moved to Ward 2 - Neuro Rehab.  It's down another long corridor decorated with pictures of the sky.

(Guest Editor - Theo)





1 comment:

  1. It's so encouraging to hear how Liz is improving day by day, praise God! Bless you all xxx

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