A bit blue

Bob had a bit of a blue day, my mom said. Bob still worked really hard on his physical therapy and speech therapy, even though he was more sad than usual. I suppose days like this are to be expected. When we are healthy and lead relatively normal lives, we all have days in which we are discouraged or sad. Imagine what it must be like to have been in a hospital room for three weeks, unable to do the things you used to do, or to communicate your needs. It is such a cruel predicament.

As Bob continues to make progress physically, he is also progressing mentally. I imagine it is more difficult to see the kinds of improvements he is making in that area. I wonder how the physicians are assessing that. I am curious about what Bob's treatment will be like when he is back in the United States. I am hoping that being immersed in his own language again will make things easier for him.

Tia Rita spent the day helping Bob and my mom again today, she will return to São Paulo tomorrow. Maybe this will be the last weekend she comes to help? We will know more on Monday. Fingers crossed.

Thanks for reading and keep the positive thoughts and prayers coming.