Well, the seeds we've sown have finally germinated. Terry leaves 1st thing in the morning, by ambulance, for a Rehabilitation Clinic quaintly named the Riverfield Lodge.
The overwhelming message from all the docs, nurses, case manager etc., is one of "wow that's great", but the underlying warning is "fail, and the medical profession and medical aid will give up on her". Her confidence has been eroded so far that she sees her hospital bed as a comfort zone and place of safety, whereas it's really a place of pain and danger. Seldom a day goes by that she doesn't receive another accidental nursing bruise or skin tear, or feel the excruciating pain of another rib injury or aggrevation of a bed-sore. The rehab will need to work a miracle on her mind, the healing of her body will then follow.
Terry will be quite a challenge for them but if all goes well, and it simply has to, failure is NOT an option, then she will come straight home from there and I shall have the pleasure of taking her into the hospital as a walking patient for further interventions i.e. repair of the trachy hole and specialised wound treatment.
So, depending on your persuasion, please join me in holding thumbs, praying, self-flagulating etc., in aid of a successful outcome.
Incidently, Terry has accepted that her brother is history and was actually not too upset about it. Reckons she only has room for sincere people in her life and is probably better off without him and his poisonous mouth.
Btw, anyone know of a good wheelchair laying about that could be put to good use, say near a beach.