I come home every night and look up things about being in a coma. We are trying to do everything that we can to stimulate his senses. We have his ipod that contains messages and music on it playing when no one is visiting. Aunt Franny purchased scented and flavored chapsticks which elicit reactions from his taste, smell and sense of touch. We have scented lotions to massage his fee and hands. We are often holding his hand, talking to him, reading to him and praying with him. We hug and kiss him and tell him how much we love him. We hope he can hear all of this and knows how much we care.
Despite all of the positive things that we are doing, he hasn't started to wake up. Our hope is fading but we are choosing not to notice. It's the elephant in the room that no one wants to address. We know that the longer it is that he doesn't wake up, the less likely it is that he will. We also know that Clayton does not fit the typical protocol for anything. He does not react typical to medications and even medical procedures. His system is slow since he needs dialysis to clean his blood and it does not do as good of a job as a kidney does. His digestive system is extraordinarily slow (he had a GI study that showed whole, undigested cheerios in his stomach 12 hours after he ate them). So we are clinging to the hope that he will wake up extraordinarily slow.
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