Miracles in their inexplicable inexplicability, apply to my logical brain in the same vein as fairies, aliens, Big Foot, clean public toilets and finding the edge on a roll of scotch tape in the first try. I love being proven wrong in times like this and I am learning to let go of my vice grip on compartmentalized logic and fly a large kite of faith into the unknown. Miracles do and can come in all shapes and sizes.

“The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.”

Miracles to me are now starting to become Jim Craig shaped. He is somehow able to maintain his own blood pressure and oxygen levels, with no drugs and minimal medical assistance overall. This guy is defying so many odds and continues to deteriorate logic; which really I suppose he has done in various ways all his life. Go Team Weirdo!

Dr Mahadeo has noted that his left arm is a bit stronger today, though his hands are still being defiantly stoney and still. Time, time, time, we honour you and continue to hold vigil to the hope that a miracle will reignite and melt his frozen body so he can walk away from all of this, literally and figuratively.

My sister and mum are the shiniest and toughest broads diamonds ever. I adore them so much, just like a baby monkey locked in a room full of bananas and ice cream.

I honestly don’t know how they do it all with such decided grace and strength. They are both so amazing, but it really is just such a shame about Trudy’s face. It must be hard for dad to have to look upon that everyday. I have made far too many recent posts without making fun of Trudy and this saddens me deeply. I felt strongly the need to remedy this by making her this special animated GIF below. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy having her as a sister.