Nick had a day of ups and downs yesterday. As his eyes clear and he begins to work through the withdrawal from the impossibly heavy doses of morphine, paralysing drugs and other narcotics pumped through him over the last  weeks to keep his body quiet while his brain had chance to heal. He cried again when we arrived.. but he’d had the ventilator removed! He was breathing on his own. He still has an oxygen mask, which he does not like, but he is not breathing well enough to do without it yet.

He had a raging headache, the pain of which, given all the damage he has suffered, I can only begin to imagine, but one could see it in his eyes. He was very distressed, his breathing was terrible and he was sweating.

We know it was a headache, because when asked if his head was hurting… my son SAID ‘Yes’!!!!!!!

Kevin and I were holding his hands, trying to calm him.. and we just looked at each other in utter astonishment, joy and tears…

It was the barest of croaks, the simplest of sounds but…he said yes!

Nick is now really suffering. I cannot even imagine his mental state between the injury, the panic and the drug withdrawal which the doctors say may take two weeks, given the dosages they administered. He is scared, distressed and panicking. But Nick is in there, fighting.

Doctors and nursing staff used the words ‘miracle’ and ‘gobsmacked’ a good many times yesterday. Not least when the paralysed right side began to show minimal, impossible signs of movement!!!

It will be a very long, very hard road to recovery, and we cannot yet know how far back he will be able to come. But it would appear that with all help of the wonderful, beautiful souls who are praying and working for him, he has made up his mind. I can never, ever, express my gratitude for all the help, healing and love that have been wrapped around us all. He needs all the support we can give him.

Thank you!