|Here is an excerpt from our sister-in-law's, Lucy Baerg, response to Jim's ability to speak again.
"40 days and 40 nights, and Jim spoke on Christmas Day!
Who are we without a voice; no intonations, no commands, no raising of the last word of a sentence to make it a question or statement. The difference between a voice mail and an e-mail. Facial expressions; are they anger, frustration, resentment, fear, love, remorse, doubt, or drug induced insanity. Restrained hands grasping at words, eyes that stare, eyes that flicker and close. What is being communicated? The pulse of the ventilator speaking in a low hum and drum, the rhythem of life. The gray viscous drip dripping into the stomach via the nose, no taste buds in the stomach, no smells of turkey. The nose is a pleasure, the tongue and roof of mouth grind and swirl the tastes before swallowing. All of this deprived by the deep dripping into the center of the cavity.
Then yesterday at 2pm we went to VGH, again, we are trying to prepare ourselves for whatever will be as the roller coaster has taught us; go up, go down, wait, go up, go down, and slowly the unfamiliar and feared become anticipated. We stepped into his room, a quick knock to announce our presence and jim turned to face us and said "Merry Christmas". What? Is this a mean trick of imagination? But no, he is speaking.
The voice; "I love you". Tears appropriately flowing with words. And to be present when Dad calls son on the phone, and says "Hi Trev" and from anywhere in the room you could hear "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD"
The voice; full of expressions, raspy and full of secretions, but able to declare love to wife, love to brother and myself, able to say "I am hungry". Hungry, this is a clear sign of healing. Didn't we all wait for our sick kids to say "I am hungry".
The voice; how often did the angels speak?
To hear Jim's voice, and to think of it's importance, was our best gift this year."
Sums up what our day was like.
The kidneys are putting out more urine, so we continue to appreciate your prayers for that.