Two weeks ago today - my friend/co-worker/like-my-brother, Rocco went in
the hospital for a very serious and complicated surgery. He has been
in a coma since then. He was stabilizing the first week after a very
frightening 48 hours and things were looking good. We felt comfortable
enough to head out on our long awaited trip to New York and kept in touch
with his family several times a day while we were away. This week has
been a roller coaster ride, but I have hope and refuse to give up on him.
On Saturday, I sat at the hospital with his sisters talking to him, joking with
him and frankly telling him he has had enough sleep and its time to wake up.
His sister was reading him Peter Pan, as it was a fave book of his as a child and
I just thought that was such a sweet thing to do and to witness. We all shared stories
about him, and all agreed that he will be none to thrilled that we did when he wakes up.
I just talked to his sister a few minutes ago and he is still holding his own. He is stubborn
and tends to like to do things the hard way - but that attitude shows his fighting spirit.
Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers - he means the world to us!
Enjoy each moment!