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Saturday Update: 11/5/05

Blessings for the day:
Matt had a really good day today. The past few days have been really good actually. He’s been in pretty good spirits and has enjoyed visits from a few friends and family. He spent most of the afternoon today watching football with his dad and our brother in law Chad…shooting the breeze and laughing…just what he needed!

Matt’s swallow test went really well! He was able to swallow thin liquids pretty well and has been given the ok to start drinking more and trying different things in therapy! Yahoo! He was a little bummed afterwards cuz he can’t just go and eat his Silvestrini’s pizza just yet…but it was a positive test which gave the therapist confidence in trying to work on the swallowing more. He has been enjoying small drinks of Coke…and will say ‘more pop, please’ when he wants more. The therapist here over the weekends said she could tell a big difference from last week to this week in his vocalization as well as his swallowing. I was pretty happy to hear that! I can see the progress, but it’s so good to hear it from someone who hasn’t seen it everyday…they can see even more.

One of the rehab assistants has been prompting him to say ‘hey baby’…in a little Barry White voice! Too funny! He had been working on baby with the therapist at the nursing home, but he was laughing when he was trying to say it in a Barry White sort of way! He was smiling and acting pretty goofy. It is so good when we can have those little moments with his sense of humor!

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