You know when you have that dream?  You know the one I'm talking about.  Where you have a class (in college, high school...it doesn't matter) and you've forgotten all about it until the day of the final exam.  How will you ever pass?  What kind of idiot are you?  Well...my blog has turned into that dream.  Except I didn't forget (I was procrast...I mean I was busy) and there is no final exam coming up.  At least not that I'm aware of.  And yet, the anxiety persists.  So please forgive and leave me with all my latent feelings of sadness and guilt.  I, for my part, will do better. 

Now onto my brother...this is where it gets difficult.  When you haven't updated for so long, how do you even update.  Where do you begin? 

First...he is alive.  I know this because last weekend I saw him and he was sitting at his computer.  As I leaned in a little closer I noticed that his chest was moving up and down, which is an indication of life.  He also talked and ate food.  This, along with the breathing, is also a sign that he is not entering a late stage of rigor mortis or anything permanent like that.

Second...he is still getting better.  He continues to go to all sorts of crazy therapy.  Like Metronome where he flaps his arms, claps and stomps his feet and somehow this really does result in major improvements for him.  Much better small motor, less impulsivity, other stuff that is amazing that I'm sure my mom could detail for you.  And riding horses.  And weightlifting.  And PT, OT, Speech, CT and some other things that end with "T" that I may be forgetting at this time.  Oh, and a doctor moves his skull with her fingers and this also results in amazing things.  Sam and my mom drive and theraprize (a made up word that means "do lots of therapy") from around 8 in the morning to after 5 at night.  Yes, a full time job.  They are busy little bees that just never stop.  IF YOU HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER/FRIEND WITH A BRAIN INJURY, CONTACT ME (rebeccajayneanita@yahoo.com)  AND I WILL GET YOU IN TOUCH WITH MY MOTHER.  SHE HAS FOUND AN AMAZING AMOUNT OF STRANGE AND WONDERFUL THERAPY THAT HAS REALLY WORKED. 

Thirdly (is that a word?), he continues to hang out with me and my sister and do some really funny things.  Well, not traditionally funny, but funny like when someone falls down on ice.  THAT kind of funny.  But I can't tell you any of those tales now...Eli is crying in his bed and what kind of mother would I be if I just let him cry while I wrote on my blog.  A bad one.  So, faithful audience (which probably now only consists of one person...my mother) know that I will return to my job as keeper of Sam stories very soon.  Maybe even tomorrow.  But not in 5 months this time.  Please forgive me.  I try to be good.

Bec