Scott reporting tonight: While Neil was eating his lunch today, I was going through the Sunday comics--helping him to try and read some, and reading others to him. We have been doing that the past few weeks. While I was turning pages, I heard Neil starting to talk and first thought I was delusional. I looked and asked Neil, "What was that?" He replied, "I don't know." I exclaimed, "It's your voice, you are talking!" Neil replied, "I am?" And so went the conversation for the next 10 minutes--both of us in states of simultaneous disbelief and euphoria. It just happened, out of the blue, and what a thrill it was. Neil started calling relatives so they could hear, also. It was a real voice--not a whisper and not the gravely, deep voice Neil could sometimes muster to help him communicate. This was a relatively effortless voice--easy to understand and melodic to our ears. At one point, he asked me "what if I forget how to speak like I am now, what do I do?" I didn't have a good answer for that but assured him that wouldn't happen (insert prayers here). As of tonight, capability is intact. The voice doesn't resemble pre-accident-Neil's very much but it was detectable in some words more than others. Needless to say, we are so excited. This will give Neil and his speech therapist a lot to build on from here and will give us all a break from straining to hear his whispering.
Heading home tomorrow! Lots to get ready and it's getting late. We'll give the trip report in tomorrow's entry.