"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
Thank you all so much. Lesley is sleeping now and is very peaceful. There is a very slight improvement in her condition. I will give her all your messages when she wakes.
Roland
While Lesley rests I can probably tell you a little of what has been happening. Yesterday it was too hard.
When she finally woke properly she was different. I cannot really explain it, but something radical had changed. She was quiet and calm, unworried. Neither I nor the doctors understood it and she was subjected to many more tests. Early yesterday evening I was called back to see the consultant, who told me that they thought Lesley was dying, hence the calm etc. Once I had sorted myself out I went to her, and told her, as I had promised to do, so long ago. She was, and still is, totally convinced that she will not die yet (her "yet", not mine). She was so convincing that I went home and slept for a while, believing her implicitly. She promised me that she would be here in the morning (today) and Lesley NEVER makes promises she may not be able to keep. And of course, she was still here. Today she is the same, frail, dreadfully ill, but totally convincing. Even her medical team is beginning to believe her. She knows something we do not.
I find this too difficult to even contemplate properly, and I cannot really talk about it, but I wanted you to know. She is somehow hanging on and her quiet confidence has allowed me to trust that she will live, although I have no idea how. She is one amazing, gorgeous, beautiful, beloved woman to me.
Roland