The Fighter

He is a fighter at 90. He was down ten days ago, disinclined to eat, drowsy, weak, his bowel was sluggish, stomach bloated, could not move his limbs, he lay stiff and rigid. One night a couple of days later he called his attendant and asked for his wheel chair, he asked to be wheeled out of the room to the sitting room. When he came to the sitting room he lifted his hand and wiped his eyes. He attempted to hold the cup of Complan and drink it on his own: all this after lying rigid for a couple of days. Since then he has been asking his attendant to help him brush teeth, take him for bath. I feel he is giving commands to his body and mind to heal faster, ticking away the  improvements made each day. Though there is a definite setback in not being able to eat solid food and in his inability to walk, he has made large strides of progress these seven days.