It has now been a couple of weeks since my last operation. I'm completely lucid, and also infection free. I apparently should feel better now that I am free of all the toxins, but, as I'm yet to figure out my new normal, all I can say is I feel a bit less crap. As I am still in ICU the only visitors I have are Mitch and my parents. They visited again today, apparently they’ve been here every day.
They look like they haven’t slept much and have cried a lot. But they keep it together in front of me. Telling me it'll be ok, how strong I am, what a fighter I am. How proud they are. I just keep thinking that they're not talking to