She knows me
This afternoon, I went to pick up lola from the rehabilitiation center in LA, with both Jen and Malou in tow. I expected it to be a brief visit, but this wasn't so much the case. Walking into the room, I caught sight of Uncle Galicia and Mark and, of course, lola. All of this was expected. What I had not expected was Auntie Gina to turn her head upon my arrival and, upon apparent recognition, reach out her hand to touch me in greeting.
Not in a single day, minute, hour, or second since she collapsed last month had she ever shown any sign of recognizing me. I've come home every weekend since then to visit and talk to her, and not once since she woke up has she displayed having any memory of me or my sisters. It was heartbreaking to see it, but I'd almost learned to be able to deal with it...until now. I ran up to her bed immediately and grabbed her hand, all the while exclaiming to Mark and my sisters, "She recognizes me! She recognizes me!" (They were all highly amused). But in all seriousness, seing her just reach out to me, and being able to look into her eyes and see recognition, makes all my weekend trips home all worth it. I swear to God that I'll come home every single weekend if I have to, just to see her reach out to me the way she did today. I could have almost cried, I was that happy.
She still can't talk, but I'm amazed with how far she has come. I wish with all my heart only for her to get better. However, I truly believe in her strength, and if she's anything like my mom (which I know she is), I just know that she'll continue to fight for a complete recovery.
Gambare, tita Gina!
Not in a single day, minute, hour, or second since she collapsed last month had she ever shown any sign of recognizing me. I've come home every weekend since then to visit and talk to her, and not once since she woke up has she displayed having any memory of me or my sisters. It was heartbreaking to see it, but I'd almost learned to be able to deal with it...until now. I ran up to her bed immediately and grabbed her hand, all the while exclaiming to Mark and my sisters, "She recognizes me! She recognizes me!" (They were all highly amused). But in all seriousness, seing her just reach out to me, and being able to look into her eyes and see recognition, makes all my weekend trips home all worth it. I swear to God that I'll come home every single weekend if I have to, just to see her reach out to me the way she did today. I could have almost cried, I was that happy.
She still can't talk, but I'm amazed with how far she has come. I wish with all my heart only for her to get better. However, I truly believe in her strength, and if she's anything like my mom (which I know she is), I just know that she'll continue to fight for a complete recovery.
Gambare, tita Gina!