45 Days In

I was just sitting here counting the days on meds and tomorrow makes 45. I am thankful for the very subtle signs of progress. We've also had those same 45 days to settle in a bit better and our routine and surroundings are starting to feel comfortably familiar, maybe even like home.

It's best for Coleman that they do. Each week we have found at least one new thing we can do, watch or store he can go in, which lifts his spirits. He's interacting with his co-patients here, remembering their names and even working puzzles with some of them. These are things which mark progress to me.

We see the doc again next week and should have updates on his clearing progress. Right now, it's a quiet morning here at the clinic and one of those good mornings when he is able to fall asleep and take a much needed nap. The room is dim, I'm working away at the card table and every now and then I glance over at him curled up in his chair, hugging his pillow, lost in sleep and I think about what a special, unique, rare young man he is and how I feel small in comparison to him and how grateful I am that we have made it this far!