The morning was uneventful, Eric was in bed sleeping and did not respond to anything. I came back from lunch and I found that the nurse had moved him over to a special chair with plenty of support. I told Eric about my day and after a while he actually opened up his eyes. I held his hand, we looked each other in the eyes and I told him to stay strong, friends and family all over the country are praying and fighting for him, I asked him to fight for his life, and that I’m right next to his side fighting with him. I told him that we have a long road a head of us but we’re going to make it. Then he squeezed my hand! The Neurosurgeon would most likely tell me that it was a reflex, and that Eric could not hear or see me. I rather go with my own instinct and say that Eric COULD hear me and that was his way of responding. He squeezed my hand and wouldn’t let go off it. It was awesome.
Posted by: aceanderic | June 9, 2008
MONDAY, JUNE 9 (day 29)
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