Mike is having a quiet day.

11-4-07 @2:50/PM – Mike is having a quiet day. We are seeing very few responses but hold on to those baby steps that we have seen over the last several days. He remains stable with no set backs – his blood pressure is 119/54, heart rate is between 96 and 110, temperature is 98.6 to 101.3 and the Glasgow Coma Scale remains at a 5.

A more active afternoon…

11-4-07 @4:34/PM – A more active afternoon…Mike responds with intention. His Mother was leaning very close to his face so her voice went straight to his ear. She kissed him on the cheek and said she would just keep kissing him until he woke up. Mike moved his head toward her voice and seemed to pucker his lips. His sister Emily ran her nails on the under side of his feet and Mike reacted, twitching his feet and moving his legs. With a new hand sized ball to squeeze, his Father watched as Mike raised his arm while gripping the ball with his fingers. AND…the Redskins won.

The question – “when will you be able to tell me that Michael will survive this?

Sunday, November 4 – The question – “when will you be able to tell me that Michael will survive this, not just “no one can predict the future…it just takes time”? The nurse answers “you have never known or have been able to predict the future. Did you ever truly know that he would be ok? Any of us could walk out that door and in the blink of an eye, life as we knew it, would be changed forever. Just rest tonight as you have prior to the accident, believing that he will survive, believing that everything will be ok.”

Great words…it makes sense. BUT, are you kidding???? The reason for years of sleepless nights – THIS, what Michael is going through now, has always been my fear! That this beautiful, charming, quick witted, driven, intelligent, loving, endearing, passionate man – child – friend – son’s life would be cut short. Call it Mother’s intuition, who knows. I was always afraid for Michael. It was a fear that he didn’t understand how valuable he was to all of us, for what Michael stood to lose.

So, Michael…wake up. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you smile, hear you laugh. I want to hear your plans for the future, see the excitement in your eyes. Speak to me, I want to hear your voice. Michael, wake up. There is so much more to do…

To love, and to be loved deeply. To know the kind of love that settles deep in your heart, that stops the search. To marry, to have children, to find success in life. To travel, to go skydiving, to walk on the beaches of Fiji…to be at peace, to be whole.

I won’t believe that the last time we laughed, the last time we talked was the last time. It can’t be…there’s so much more to do.