To watch Aaron’s body heal is to see the hand of God. Restoration is a sort of caffeinated creation. Complex and interrelated systems, laid waste by the enemy, play leapfrog toward unity and wholeness. Two weeks ago, progress was decoded by arcane numerology. Today, progress doesn’t need decoding; it demands rejoicing.
Yesterday, Aaron could sit up with much assistance. This morning, he could sit up with moderate assistance. Tonight, sits up by himself. This morning he could not operate the call button; tonight he can operate the button and call for help. The thin and tenuous voice of yesterday deepens and solidifies today. The trembling is diminished noticeably from yesterday; Aaron can hold a cup in his hands.
This morning, a flexible bundle of optical fibers is shoved up Aaron’s nose and through the nostril to where it enters the throat. Lights, camera, action: Aaron’s throat is live on a TV monitor as he samples different viscosities of green goop to check his swallow response. It is determined that he can swallow liquids between the consistency of a peach smoothie and a chocolate shake. Small packets of cornstarch are provided to thicken liquids of choice. Aaron’s first choice, appropriately thickened and downed a few hours later: Kiwi Strawberry Snapple.
Another bone marrow biopsy is scheduled for tomorrow.