Okay, so that isn't entirely accurate.  (Sam would definately not agree with my assessment of the situation.)  While this isn't exactly an update of Sam's condition, in a way it is.  I think back to just a few months ago when he was so weak and confused that a  sibling fight would not have been possible.  There was one point that I thought I would never again have the opportunity to tease my Sam again. So I post this little story as a reminder that throughout all the weirdness, chaos and heartbreak of the last 10 months, there are glitters of normal that shine through.  And here is the other reason that this little brother/sister spat is posted:  After he came close to endangering my life with the very sharp tube of blistex I said, "Okay, fine.  Now I'm going to put it on the blogsite.  Everyone will know you threw chapstick at me."  Ha. So there, Sam. I'm tattling on you.

Anyway...I was on bedrest on the couch and he was stuck in his bed (was running a fever) and we were both very bored.  He called me "lazy bones" and I said, "Ha!  Look who's talking!" (Okay, Sam isn't lazy, either.)  So I gently tossed a tube of chapstick in his general direction...maybe I just did it because I was concerned about the condition of his dry, chapped lips.  Or maybe I was being a little mean.  Who knows.  Then this man who is recovering from a severe head injury VIOLENTLY PITCHED the chapstick right at his poor sister's bedridden face.  Okay, maybe it landed on the floor, but it could have hit me right in the eye. 

So keep praying for the comeback kid--especially for his speech, swallow and pituatary.  He is such a fighter and a wonderful brother.  He made me climb into his hospital bed today to watch a movie with him.  Then he turned to me and said, "I love my sister so much" and put his arm around me. 

--Bec

P.S. He also called me tonight and sang mine and Heather's favorite Christmas carol "Oh Holy Night"--it sounded very good!  What a absolute blessing and miracle to be able to hear my brother sing a Christmas carol to me.