We've been on pins and needles, bribing her, threatening her, lying to her "Wake up! Keith Urban's here!", but she didn't start coming around until late yesterday evening. Opened her eyes while they were bathing her and was able to blink. This is such a small, small step, but it's in the right direction.
So a little more awake today, BP is stable, and she's communicating with blinks. I don't know when the tubes are coming out so she can talk. Hopefully soon, I know that shit is miserable. The labs are both good and bad, prognosis good, and well, we'll have to see.
The tumor was in the language area, but up against the medulla, affecting her balance, coordination and equilibrium. If either of those things are adversely affected, especially her language, understanding and speaking, and reading, her life is going to be rough. But she'll always be my big sister, my BFF.
So continued prayers, if you will, I so wish I could be in Little Rock with her.
And this is why none of you will ever get to talk to her.