What a good day. Mark had a CT last night since he got his ICP drain out and everything looked really good. Dr. Gaufin came in while I was here, which is the first time I've seen him since the morning after his brain surgery. I asked him if Mark was his miracle man and he said, "Yes he is. I am so pleased with how he is progressing." I was beaming from ear to ear.
But not beaming as much as I was when I asked Mark to give me a kiss and he picked his head up and puckered his lips. I cannot describe the love that filled my heart. And just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I asked him to do it again, and he did it....again and again and again.
Mark's niece Colleen was visiting and when she said that she was his favorite niece he gave her a "thumbs up". Alan and Kim were visiting and talking with him, as well. Kim brought him a squeeze ball and when we placed it in his hand, he tried to sit up to see what it looked like. We took it from him and showed it to him, then put it back into his hand. He squeezed it for a second and then threw it. We had a good laugh and then he did it again. Kim was holding his hand and when she told him that she hoped he knew how much they loved him, he squeezed her hand. As Alan was leaving, Mark's eyes followed him around the room. When Alan said he'd be back soon, Mark gave him a "thumbs up".
I don't think there's any doubt, anymore, that my Mark is in there and wanting to come out. He recognized me enough to kiss me. I thought my miracles may have been used up for this week. He has proved me wrong.