The road back home is long and and dark
As it stretches through the night
And the empty, endess highway
Rolls on til dawn's first light
When the hills on the horizon
Will be touched with glorious gold
And the road won't seem so long and bleak
With a new day's hope to hold

Good news, and it comes fairly soon after the accident. She has a decent chance at full recovery. I am, and will be, pulling for Dorian and for you.