When we were in Norfolk, The Dad would be frustrated all day because he would write things and no one could understand what he was talking about. David would come in and be like - he wants you to move the pillow or something like that. He was the only one that could figure out what he was trying to communicate. This was from today.
He is still on the ventilator… we are approaching more days than Norfolk and talking about. possibly, putting a trach in.
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