December 25th, 2016

flesh

Cherry Mistmas!



Last night, after massaging Dad's left hand for over an hour, I asked him to squeeze my fingers. His index and middle finger gave the tiniest of lurches. I asked him to imagine crushing my hand. Once again, his index finger made the faintest twitch.

I have to wait until the canula is out of his right hand, but I fully intend to fix that one too.