Days turned into weeks, and just before finishing the first pack, something remarkable happened. Peter noticed his speech, which had been a garbled shadow of its former clarity, was improving.
"You are God-sent," he told Sarah over the phone, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't believe my speech is getting back to normal."
Sarah shared in his joy, encouraging him to continue the treatment. Linda and Emily noticed the change too and began to hope again. They celebrated the small victories, each improvement a beacon of light piercing through the dark clouds that had long enveloped their lives.
The following week, another call came, Peter's excitement palpable through the receiver. "May God bless you and the company that produces this product," he said. "I can feel sensations in my leg, and even my stiff hand is starting to show signs of improvement. I'm making a deposit for another pack—I don't want to stop now."
The days were still challenging, but the hope of recovery made the struggles bearable. Peter's determination grew, and with it, the bond between him, Linda, and Emily strengthened. They were a team, united in their fight against the remnants of the stroke.
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