On Day 100 Meb has counts, and a bit of very very very soft hair. She has her eyelashes back. She has regained some of her spirit and some of her sense of humor. All have been regained slowly.
She also has been dealing with a huge sense of the losses. Her friends are all off having new adventures. School is passing her by and simple things like going to Red Mill is a challenge. Every time she sees a baby or a small child she dies a bit inside. She also has lost confidence in her body. It has betrayed her in the worst kind of way. Not once but twice. She lives in fear of people, sun, germs, unwashed lettuce, woodworking, Christmas Tree water.
She is allowed to hunt, and gut an animal, if she wears gloves. Also on the to do list is the right to have a mounted animal on the wall. ( I am looking for a small deer.) No monkey handling is allowed. She is open to being taken fishing but will not be allowed to bait the hook.
What we need is a time lapse camera.
we went from bleak to lush. It seems disconcerting. When you step out of your life and abruptly re-enter, you have lost your balance and center and other parts that make sense in your life. 
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It is a world of wonderous possibilities. And while some important doors have been closed to her, others remain ajar, and some are wide open. She will regain her zest. My fond hope at this point in her recovery is to be reading your blog a year from now when you are complaining that you do not hear from her often enough, she is so busy ya da ya da.
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