Thousands of tiny miracles

So we are 4 days out from mom's 3rd brain surgery and the difference is extremely encouraging. She's more alert, her eyes are open for the first time in weeks; she's talking. Today was the first time that i have heard her say my name in over three weeks. It may seem like not much but it is exponential to how she was just three days ago or even yesterday. God is performing thousands of tiny little miracles of healing and recoupment on her every second of everyday.
The day before her surgery  the speech therapist, which I'm not sure why they call him that because he was mostly concerned about her breathing, said that their was a high level of carbon dioxide in her blood.  This meant she was not expressing enough air out of her body to clear the carbon dioxide. So they intubated her. Which to me was scary because ..ew....who wants a tube down their throat? Also, because they said if after surgery they decide to extubate and she showed distress again they would put a trach tube in. This is not something that we want for my mother and have been very prayerful that this precaution does not
become a necessity.
Saturday after surgery her eyes were open and she recognized loved ones. She was in obvious discomfort from surgery and her eyes held a sorrow that you knew was for this thing down her throat.
This weekend she was all about holding hands. She held her sisters hand, my hand; even the nurses hand. If you think she's in a weakened state than you were not present when I told her I had to leave on Sunday. She squeezed my hand so hard I had a flashback to when I was an unruly five year old in the grocery store parking lot and her death grip was the only thing saving me from oncoming traffic.
Today as I came in to room, i could see from down the hall her wide open  eyes and her more astute posture. They had removed the dread breathing apparatus. I was so excited about all these things that l beamed to the nurses what a amazing day it was.
She is definitely still confused and when I asked her where she was she told me the place where she worked. I saw miracles in action as I sat there holding her hand she willed herself to be less confused and even though it was exhausting to her healing body she called me by name and when I told her I love her this sassy thing says"Isn't that sweet"  After which she immediately fell asleep and quickly shattered my heart in a million billion pieces...I kid, but everyday is an improvement and while its a long road the doctors say her progress is optimal. Which I think optimal is my new favorite word.