He is in surgery now. Not sure how long they expect to be. Will update when we hear from the doctor. He has all of our love.

The lower screws of the titanium plate have broken off from the bone, due to the shape of his neck and how brittle his bones are. He goes back into emergency surgery around 6pm tonight. There is some new cage, graph, plate or contraption that they can try.

A whole new wave of strength is needed but instead we all feel calmly numb and simply pray. This extended nightmare must be happening for some reason, everything happens for some reason. I wish we could fast forward to that part where we are all on the other side of this at home, together, whole and healthy.

Back at St. Clair he had a bad turn this morning. Dr came to the house and was not pleased with progress and some new symptoms that appeared today.

Every single prayer is needed.
Will try to update more as we know.

In times of turmoil and uncertainty it seems so much easier to learn things that perhaps you already knew, but never fully processed. I am learning the following:

My mother is a tireless human. She has the energy of a small village who’s water source is clearly laced with Redbull and caffeine.

My hatred for mosquitoes knows no limits. They serve no functional purpose in my life, besides to fester my eternal hatred and bite me with infuriating accuracy. In other news we have lots of mosquitoes at home. All of the mosquitoes live in my parents house. No one else seems affected. I believe there to be some sort of conspiracy going on.

I have no issues lying to small children. Things like “sorry, there is no more ice cream” and “we can’t go in the pool because it’s sleeping” simply roll off my tongue. “Don’t climb up that rock” somehow didn’t occur to me.

Tiny nephews concentrating on making tiny plastic frogs jump into a dish,  – a game that belonged to me as a child – *my mother is clearly a hoarder* –  however do make everything so very much better. 

My Dad is so strong and so determined that I don’t think a traffic jam of oxen could stop him.

His new, at home physiotherapist, came for our 1st visit and was simply amazing. He gave us all the confidence that with his huge bank of knowledge and experience he would have Jim walking again and eventually back to full ability and range. All that is good in the universe, I bow to you.

The physio guy had some electrode type contraptions that he used to activate all his muscle synapses and help to get all the nerve endings firing again. Trudy has decided that we should use it on her abs. She is an idiot going to have a six pack in no time.

The session was over an hour and he really got a huge workout, which was amazing! We were even able to get him into the wheelchair and have a little meander around the house and sit to watch the sunset.

He got tired, but not as quickly as could be expected, and truly the only thing missing was some wine and cheese.

Seeing him in his favourite spot on the front porch, encased (for the 1st time in over a week) in fresh air and the glow of the setting sun made me happier and more hopeful than I could have hoped.

One more day closer.