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A quick update...

It's Sarah once again...

We're 96 hours past the stroke and my Aunt is still stable. She's effectively off the respirator and she is coming out of the drug-induced coma. The hospital staff think that she'll be awake within the next 24 hours. Once she is, we will be better able to determine how bad it is and what the next steps are.

We are very hopeful, though. She is doing well, all things considered. It will likely be a long, hard road ahead, but she's a tough lady. She can do it.

As for the family, we're holding up pretty well too.

We will be at the hospital all weekend, so we won't be updating again for a while. I promise that we'll update once we're back.

Thanks, everyone, for all your support. You guys are keepers!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey Sarah!

Hopefully there will be no lasting damage.

We're thinkin' about you here from the depths of a pesky sickness.

Best wishes to your family. You're almost there!

J
Anonymous said…
I'm so glad to hear that she's making progress.

We'll continue to send lovely thoughts her way!
Omeaux said…
Hold in there, guys. I'll be thinking about you.

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