TJ Writes: Eric spoke today. It was only for a little bit, and it was a rasp, but he spoke. I cried all over myself in the hallway at work. Then the good people at his new hospital helped him sit up from the bed and put his feet out on a stool for about ten minutes. It’s the first time he’s been able to do that since this started. It tired him out, but there were no other issues other than he couldn’t do it on his own. Not yet.
I motherfucking believe. You can count on that.
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.