Eyes open...

Unresponsive to external stimuli.

Although Chloe did mention to him after watching him scratch, "It's good to see you're aware enough to know when your balls itch."

Last night he was still mostly out of it. The CT scan results came back, showing no sign of stroke or other damage, for which I'm thankful. At this point it's just another waiting game within a waiting game.

He's not waking up.

Dad started in with seizures last night.

He's not breathing well on his own so they're reattaching the "bigger" trach tube and hooking him up to the ventilator.

He's not awake, and they can't wake him up with drugs or otherwise. He can react some to external stimuli, but it's minimal.

I don't know much else. I will post more if anything changes.

Please send those good thoughts today. They're needed.

Message from Mom

Thank you for all the prayers and positive energy; many of your prayers have already been answered.

Since Wednesday July 1st I have seen my husband walk down seven steps and after a short rest, determined to build up his stamina and rebuild his muscles, turn around and climb the seven steps. He has walked 40 feet using nothing but a small lap table for support. He is accomplishing these feats while being in the worst funk imaginable and trying to fake a positive attitude.

Without the love, support and prayers of of his family and friends Wayne would not be with us today.

Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts and in your prayers.

Much love,

Lucy Kestermont

No. They're not Gallagher fans.

Emotional...

It's so difficult. For everyone involved.

I wish there were a pill he could take, and tomorrow he'd be better. I want him to have his mind back.

I think i used this picture already, but I love it.

Happy Father's Day.

It looks like he got a present better than any of us could give him. From my mom:

Good Morning,

The first week of Wayne's accident; I told Eddie "I see your Dad walking." Today using the parallel bars; he took his first steps! He was moved to the Rehab unit on Wednesday, June 17. He is now eating solid foods, although he still has the trach [tube] he is getting very little help to breathe. He's doing it mostly on his own. He even sat on the toilet today that has been one of his biggest goals.

We sat out in the patio today enjoying (Wayne had hospital food; he didn't enjoy it) our lunch together for the first time in 110 days. Oh yeah, we had dinner in his room. After dinner Wayne wanted to get back to bed and there wasn't anyone around to help him. Feeling confident after today's therapy session he got into bed with just little ole me helping him. (I later learned this is a big NO NO. I have to be trained and cleared to do this).

When they mentioned it to Wayne he said "Would you like me to get back into the wheelchair so that you can put me back in bed?"

On my wedding day.

And...

He moved today!

Moving...

The hope is to move dad to the new facility by the end of the week. this is where the real rehab will begin. He has his moments, but still is mostly swimming underwater.

It's going to be a long haul both mentally and physically. I'm prepared to be drained, but also have taken deep breaths and set aside time for myself, so I'm not lost in all this chaos.

I intend to make sure my family do the same.

Again, if you'd wish to see dad send me an email and I'll provide the details. eddie dot kestermont at gmail dot com.

Dad and dad's engine flanked by my arm wrestling coaches.