During those first months home I tried to read Pete’s posts about our time in the many hospitals.
I read and read and then I came to the point where I read like any other stranger would. I got to the days I don’t have any memory and coma was more than a bad joke.
I stopped reading.
This weekend I gave it another go.
I don’t even have words to explain how hard it was.
It was reading my obituary…with nice comments.
It was great to see how many people took the time and cared enough to support my husband.
There was even weirdness with news stories.
But, never forgetting that I was there and most doctors would tell my husband to say goodbye.
To tell the kids to say goodbye.
Yet, here I am.
Always determined. Always fighting. Always working harder.
Never giving up the way the way they expected.