Recruiting Football Talk VIII

After feeling utterly hopeless Saturday and Sunday morning, I didn’t want to go to the hospital yesterday. I wanted to stay home and feel sorry for myself but I had called a priest (OH is catholic) and he had called back and said he would be down there. So I drug myself back to the hospital and at the sound of my voice OH opened his eyes despite the vent and the propofol. He knew when I was speaking to him and by the end of the visit he was nodding his head to statements and questions. He is still in there and fighting.

I don’t know what the future holds and odds are still very slim but I have some hope now and a little bit of joy from seeing him respond to me. It gave me certainty that I did the right thing by not giving up on him.

A million thanks won’t cover the debt of thanks I owe you all for the support and kindness you’ve shown. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. We’re in for a helluva fight but we are definitely going to fight.
🧡🧡🧡🙏🙏🙏
 

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