And the good news is....
Scott is doing remarkably better. Amazingly so, in my eyes. Compared to the frightening shell of a man I woke up to 48 hours ago, I'm totally impressed. His muscle control is almost completely back; he's entirely cognizant; he's speaking in whole, if halted and not always correct, sentences. I'm so relieved that I'm almost giddy. They're moving him out of ICU today and into the rehab section of the hospital. If all goes well, he could be home with me by the end of the week.
His family keeps thanking me and that's just driving me nuts. I mean, I guess I understand why they feel the need to thank me, but the repetition of it isn't necessary. I'm just glad I was there, and as usual, I simply did what needed to be done. That being said, once again the power of family, and more specifically family love, has struck me. The Spring clan has rallied, and it's made me aware of just how devastating this could have been had the cards not played out the way they did... had the stroke happened while he was asleep, had I not immediately noticed that something was 'off', had the emergency response been less than adequate... it made me aware enough that I bawled my eyes out after they left last night. Cried out of relief, thankfulness, compassion, and the overwhelming sense that, once again in my life, I was in the exact place that I needed to be at the exact time.
Life is a funny thing.