From not getting out of bed, communicating, no food/drink...today asked to get dressed and sat in wheelchair for 6 hours straight communicating to me short phrases (really mostly just repeating My words, but laughed and smiled a lot). Still didn't eat or drink today, but looked good, at peace. I'll take it--it's just so many times that this has occurred, last time being in February, and the next morning I was called at 5 a.m. she had another pretty major stroke. These ups and downs are SO hard...
