Neil got to leave Kessler today to visit the ENT specialist. They scoped his throat to see if there was anything wrong with his vocal chords. Everything seemed to be fine, except that his chords don't close all the way when he talks. That's why we hear nothing but whispers. The doctor said it could be solved with work from the speech therapist. When we got back, the speech therapist pretty much said, "what do you think we've been doing for the last four and a half weeks?" Well, he didn't exactly say it like that, but you get the idea. It's just going to require more time, work, and patience. I think we got that down pretty well.
We can't wait to hear him talk, but we're starting to get a bit of an idea of what he's thinking. Even though it's only whispers, he tries to communicate more. Also, he's getting a few more readable text messages off. What we're finding out is that Neil gets a little bit confused sometimes. He usually thinks we're in Oregon or that we're getting ready to go to Grandma's house. He thinks his sister Alison is still here. At least he doesn't seem stressed by any of his confusion. We know he feels loved and safe with us--another reason why we feel so lucky to be able to be by his side during all his waking hours.