I know it sounds crazy.  But here's what happened.  Sam's therapist gave him a pen and told him to sign his name at the bottom.  She had written the top stuff, of course.  She supported his wrist but didn't move his hand, and when she took the card back from him, she realized he had written his name! 

I wasn't there; I was finishing some last minute Christmas stuff.  My mom stayed at therapy with Sam, and she showed me the card when we got home.  As she told me Sam wrote it - and the room was spinning around me - I almost fell over.  I was sure I misunderstood her, but no, he really wrote his name.  He's in there.   

Just when I'm ready to slip over the edge, he does something to remind me he's in there, waiting for us to get him out.  We're coming, baby.