Andrea has been saying single words for over a week now, at first a faint whisper, then a burst of sound usually accompanied by a laugh (which helps to push the sound out as she vocalizes). “Mom,” “home,” “water” –all have been nice to hear. But today, she managed to say clearly her first real sentence, “I want to go.” Later, “I want to see my Dad. Now.” Devon and Jenny came over and we got more sentences and quite a few laughs, as she finds her attempts hysterical, never getting discouraged. Then we started calling people on the phone–her Dad and Nancy three times, Emily, Liz, my parents. If I let her, she would continue to dial all night long.
Andrea is on a mission, determined to get the voice out on a regular basis. No more letter board, no more thumbs up. Just words–what she wants, where she wants to be, who she wants to see. As with everything that Andrea has done on her road to recovery–it starts slowly but, once she gets the knack, she “remasters” it quickly. While she is regaining her speech, I am speechless, awed by her tenacity and her sense of humor. She is truly my hero. And very happy to be hearing “I love you,” again. Great night.