My brother has officially entered the world of people that can just pick up a bottle of Mountain Dew (his pre-morbid favorite) and guzzle it down.  He no longer has to add powdered goo to everything he drinks to make it thick enough to swallow without choking.  Again...SAM DOES NOT NEED TO DRINK MOUNTAIN GOO.  HE CAN NOW DRINK MOUNTAIN DEW.  This is very exciting to Sam (who was sick of these falsely thickened slushies) and my mom (who had to carry around a canister of this powdered yuck everywhere they went).  My brother, once again, can grab a pop, open it, bring it slowly to his lips and just take a swig.  Big news.  This means that there continues to be some significant progress on Sam's part (swallow).  This also means that if anyone needs a whole bunch of "Thick-It", I know a place where they can buy it cheap. 

(Short blog today--have to go pick up the kids--but my mom just gave me the good news via phone).

Bec

P.S. Today, April 29th, is also my dad's birthday.  He is now very old.  Don't pat him too hard on the back, for you may break one of his fragile bones. 

P.S.S.  And anyone that wants to send a regular Mountain Dew Sam's way is more than welcome--it has been a long time in the waiting.