From Friday to today I'd bet fifty people have visited, many of them more than once. The room is full of flowers and balloons and desserts. The steady flow of friends and family showing love and thoughtfulness has been unbelievable, and has had a noticeable effect on Tandra's spirits. I can really tell that the show of support has made her feel loved, and that means the entire frigging world to me. So thank you to all of you who have shown support in any manner.
This morning Tandra wanted to get out and about so we wandered her around, in a wheelchair and towing a portable oxygen tank. We walked through the courtyard, visited the chapel, and finished up her shopping spree at the gift shop. After that she was pretty tired, so after another hour or so of visitors, we wound it down. We took a long nap this evening, so I was worried about her getting to sleep tonight. After her evening meds she was groggier than before, but still capable enough to make a few phone calls and hang out for a bit before going to sleep. No sign of obsessive behavior, no hallucinations, no paranoia.
I've also been strong enough to talk to her about proving the doctors wrong, telling her she's going to get better and that we're going to get through this, so I'm bouncing back a bit from the shock of the test results too, which I like. She agreed that we'd get through it, though I don't know how sincerely she believes it.
At this point though, I refuse to believe that this is a done deal. I know it's an uphill fight, but I have to say I've never known a stronger, fiestier, more stubborn person in my life. If anyone can overcome this, she can.