My continued appreciation!
Thankfully I am absolved of my dreadful promise, if I switched anything off now, I'd face a charge of murder. I've questioned her about it and apparently when she looked through the doorway to the "other side", she changed her mind and didn't want to go through. She's glad I broke my promise and wants to get well again!
Sobering thought for those who have a "living will", stating that they must not be kept alive on machines or resuscitated. Had she had such a will and had I handed it over to the doctors, that would have been game over and contrary to her last-moment wish. I'm shelving any plans to make such a will, I'd rather stay in control to the end, just in case.
The numbers on the charts are gaining ground on all fronts and I'm more optimistic than ever. It's sooooo much less painful now that I'm able to talk to her. The lip-reading thing wasn't working but we're making some progress with an alphabet chart the nurses found. Her brother and I spent an age trying to decifer messages from her shaky pointings and her frustration with her inability to control her hands and stay focussed and our psychic talents, was apparent. Suddenly, she got an eerie grimace on her face and started shaking, her mouth open but no sound coming out because of the Trachy. I was alarmed and about to call the Sister when her brother, who was doing the writing, twigged the message. Although jumbled and poorly spelled, it was clearly "All men are a***holes", and she was laughing at us! It almost made me cry but was a classic tension breaking moment.
The doctor is not yet ready to fuel my optimism but I guess they have to be conservative when making predictions, in case they don't come true. I'm convinced he'll see it my way soon.
A dark cloud on the horizon is that I have to go back to work next Monday. I'd love to tell them to shove their job and spend all my time looking after Terry for the rest of our days, but I guess that luxury is not for us working class citizens.