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Called my stepfather yesterday to wish him a Happy Father's Day. And we started talking about my stepsister. For those who don't know, back in November she was found in her apartment unresponsive, and since then has been in the hospital and then a medical care facility in a catatonic semi-coma. Well, while talking to Stepdad, who will be 80 next month, he told me that the doctors had recently told him that it would take basically a miracle for Stepsister to recover any meaningful brain function. Without hesitation, I told Stepdad that I believe in miracles, and I have never given up hope.
A couple hours later, my mom called me. Now Mom has downplayed every development with Stepsister, as that is Mom's nature. Mom was giddy. Mom doesn't GET giddy. Why was Mom giddy?
Stepsister SPOKE.
I'll let that sink in for a moment. While you're absorbing that, I'll go dance in the rain some more.
Yes, it takes meaningful brain activity to speak. And this was not just gibberish, either. She had already been laughing and crying at various things, but the doctors chalked that up to unconscious brain activity, nothing serious.
Then her husband asked her what year it was. She answered with the year of her birth.
Yeah, it was the wrong answer. But she understood the question, and answered with a significant year to her.
Then she correctly provided the names of her son and her father.
And then, without any prompting, when a nurse in the room sneezed, she blessed her.
My entire family, from Phoenix to England, is freaking out and coming out of our skins.
Half of Key West is ready to buy this woman a beer when she gets here. Which she WILL do. I've been saying from the beginning that at some point, she will come have beers with me in Key West, as she had planned to before this all happened.
To all the people who told me not to get my hopes up, a giant double FUCK YOU. I never gave up hope, never wavered in my belief that she would recover. To the doctors who told us it would take a miracle, here's your damn miracle, docs! To quote George Carlin, doctors don't know what they're talking about....it's all guesswork in white coats!
So needless to say I was out celebrating yesterday (it was a day off and I was already at the bar anyway), and things just got better and better. My friend, who was down in the dumps due to the death of Clarence Clemons (a friend of his) said this was what he needed. We agreed that Clarence was wailing away on the sax somewhere in honor of my sister.
At one point, at another bar, this guy saw me bouncing up and down in my shoes, and told me to calm down. I said, "NO!" And told him why. And he agreed, I absolutely should not calm down. We ended up having a shot, not just to celebrate my family's joy, but to celebrate his final cancer treatment this coming Wednesday. Final, as in no more cancer. EVERYBODY drinks! Woooooo!!!!
No one's allowed to be depressed, down in the dumps, or bummed today. Everyone get up and dance. EVERYONE!
"Do you believe in miracles? YES!!!!!!!"
Today's gonna be a fun one at work!
A couple hours later, my mom called me. Now Mom has downplayed every development with Stepsister, as that is Mom's nature. Mom was giddy. Mom doesn't GET giddy. Why was Mom giddy?
Stepsister SPOKE.
I'll let that sink in for a moment. While you're absorbing that, I'll go dance in the rain some more.
Yes, it takes meaningful brain activity to speak. And this was not just gibberish, either. She had already been laughing and crying at various things, but the doctors chalked that up to unconscious brain activity, nothing serious.
Then her husband asked her what year it was. She answered with the year of her birth.
Yeah, it was the wrong answer. But she understood the question, and answered with a significant year to her.
Then she correctly provided the names of her son and her father.
And then, without any prompting, when a nurse in the room sneezed, she blessed her.
My entire family, from Phoenix to England, is freaking out and coming out of our skins.
Half of Key West is ready to buy this woman a beer when she gets here. Which she WILL do. I've been saying from the beginning that at some point, she will come have beers with me in Key West, as she had planned to before this all happened.
To all the people who told me not to get my hopes up, a giant double FUCK YOU. I never gave up hope, never wavered in my belief that she would recover. To the doctors who told us it would take a miracle, here's your damn miracle, docs! To quote George Carlin, doctors don't know what they're talking about....it's all guesswork in white coats!
So needless to say I was out celebrating yesterday (it was a day off and I was already at the bar anyway), and things just got better and better. My friend, who was down in the dumps due to the death of Clarence Clemons (a friend of his) said this was what he needed. We agreed that Clarence was wailing away on the sax somewhere in honor of my sister.
At one point, at another bar, this guy saw me bouncing up and down in my shoes, and told me to calm down. I said, "NO!" And told him why. And he agreed, I absolutely should not calm down. We ended up having a shot, not just to celebrate my family's joy, but to celebrate his final cancer treatment this coming Wednesday. Final, as in no more cancer. EVERYBODY drinks! Woooooo!!!!
No one's allowed to be depressed, down in the dumps, or bummed today. Everyone get up and dance. EVERYONE!
"Do you believe in miracles? YES!!!!!!!"
Today's gonna be a fun one at work!
to your stepsister, and to you and your family. May she continue to improve and be back to her old self in no time! 
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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