Again, thanks a million for the e-mails and posts with support. (It was
nice to see a bunch of mail which did not try to sell me something to
enlarge my Johnson.)
Sis has been allocated a spot at a well respected rehab centre in Kansas
City KS and will be close to her children and friends. They are
air-lifting her today.
There appears to be one-way traffic through her spinal cord, as she can
tell which toes I touch: "That one had roast beef, that one went "wee
wee all the way home" and that one went to market...to which she
added.."that one WILL bloody well be going to market...."
Unfortunately, no motor control of those toes...yet.
We laughed a lot. We always do. Her sense of humour edges on the absurd
not so much in a Pythonesque way as in an ultra dry way...to wit:
A guy goes to the doctor and says: "An alligator bit me, doc."
And doc replied: "They will do that."
I had her laughing to the point where the nurses had to reset her
monitors quite a few times...
A pillar of strength when her youngest daughter lost her husband.
A pillar of strength when her second youngest daughter lost all she had
in a tornado.
A pillar of strength when her Chow attacked her (dog had a brain tumour)
and caused $200 grand of plastic surgery....leaving her with a serious
pain-killer addiction which she also wrestled to the ground.
Married for 40 years to an oil-man, she's raised 4 kids, born in 4
countries, lived in places like Mongolia, Bahrain, Bali, Oz, Aruba,
Venezuela and many more.
When I asked her what her take on the whole thing was, she replied: "I
finally get to have a whirlpool."... to that she added her trademark
smirk and a wink.
In the end, it will be *her*
who will have pulled the whole family
through this ordeal.