I have never experienced anything so emotionally draining as waiting and watching for signs that my mother will open her eyes and speak to me. I am very close to my mother and have always had the utmost love and respect for her, but I have never felt so proud of her as I watch her literally fight for life. Her strength to pull through this is inspirational.
Today she had been responsive and can move both legs and her right arm (her left arm has been affected as she can't really move it). When asked to hold up two fingers, she does it. She can hear us when we speak to her. My brother Steve was sitting across the room and he started telling her that she was doing well, that's when mom flashed a "thumbs up" and the "OK" sign! We all just lost it at that point. Here she is unable to open her eyes or speak, but she still tries to offer comfort and encouragement to her heartbroken family. That's my Miss Lillie for you, she's a fighter.