Monday 11th May 2009

And so. The day of the results finally arrived. It wasn't a TIA. It was a stroke. And when we went to visit, he had been moved to the stroke ward. It sounds strange, but having a definite answer brings relief. Beforehand I wanted them to say anything BUT a stroke, but knowing what it is means they can start treating him. His arm was starting to get more and more use back, and I started to think that maybe, just maybe, he would fully recover. It was the first day I felt really positive. Of course he had a nurses station right next to his bed, as all the wards on the stroke ward have their own nurses station. Can we say a happy man? He always has been a flirt, and it's never bothered me, we are secure enough that we can both have 'eye candy' without needing to worry, albeit, ours are both famous people, so not exactly a threat, but I digress. He is a flirt, and I think having a laugh with the nurses helped him some. Being on that ward opened my eyes, some of the people were in a vegetative state, and while not really a place to take the kids ( the people in this ward were much worse than the previous ward he had been in) I had no choice. It wasn't for the kids benefit, or mine really, although of course the kids missed him, and I wanted to see him, but I thought it was important that he see the kids, give him something to get strong for.