At 0430 this morning Lesley’s fever broke. She was
unconscious by then and we (her closest friend and I)
were told that all we could do was hope and pray. She
had had heart stimulants, plus the antibiotics, and we
just had to trust that she would pull through.
At about 0700 Patricia, her friend, put on another CD,
more for her own benefit than Lesley’s, I think: it was
one of Lesley’s favourites, with Well Hall, Watching the
Wheat, Ashokan Farewell . . . tunes she loves both to play
and to dance to. In the middle of Watching the Wheat,
Lesley suddenly moved and opened her eyes. “Lovely
music”, she said, and closed them again. We both thought
she had died, and were in tears, but the consultant,
who had waited with us and is so fond of Lesley, said
“No, she’s done it! I never would have believed it.”
More tears, and more, from all three of us.
Her heart is steady again and it looks as if the
antibiotics have done their job.
And best of all, when she moved, she moved
her leg! For the first time! I still cannot believe it.
Truly weeping endureth for a night, but joy cometh
in the morning.
I have been with her all day, and she has slept
most of it (as I have!). She is terribly weak again,
and so frail, but so determined, and she just keeps
on fighting.
The consultant predicts better progress from now on:
it could hardly be worse, anyway!
You have been wonderful, my friends, and I can never
thank you enough for your love and support. I pray that
Lesley’s life will be your reward.
Ro.
