Mason is making progress, it is small, but it feels huge. He is much more alert and breathing better but still on supplemented oxygen. He is able to cough up his own phlegm and clearing out his own lungs. Seems small but this means his brain is still able to control his lungs and that is huge. His mind is very alive and he was so frustrated he couldn't communicate with us. The kid is so smart, he has made up his own language and we are learning it. It consists of toe tapping, leg movements, thumbs up thumbs down, hand squeezing, and a few easy words. We are starting to clearly understand what he wants to say. His walls are covered with cards and pictures and he knows everyone is thinking of him and praying. He still gets his dad's wicked sense of humor and I kept trying to stop Jesse to let him rest but I know Mason was giggling at all the jokes and funny photos last night. He should be able to write soon and I can't wait to see what else he has to say but in the meanwhile, he keeps saying thank you and please. It is a mumble but it is there and it blows me away how polite this young man is during this time.
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