Edward
A week had passed and my 'Jane Doe' was still on a ventilator and pain meds. Jackson called her that once and I decided to run with it in the hopes that I would stop calling her mine. I needed to reject her and the more I called her mine the harder it would be for me to follow through with it. Of course, that didn't stop me from going to the hospital every day and holding her hand. It didn't stop me from humming her wordless tunes, or helping Ella rotate her to prevent bed sores, despite all her objections.
Dr White told me yesterday that she is looking good enough to take her off the ventilator soon and ween her off the heavy pain meds. I pushed for one more day, primarily to make sure she had a little more time to heal, and secondly to buy myself more time. I'd be lying if I sai
