First, I'd like to wish a very happy birthday to my mom and my sister. Mom is turning 29 for the 27th time - you do the math. Emily has finally reached adulthood and is turning 24! As our greataunt Beulah would say, "I hope you have 105 more and that I'm there for each and every one of them!"
Secondly, I read this almost unbelieveable article yesterday in Glamour magazine. This woman married a guy who was just healthy as a horse. Not long after they were married, he went to play baseball and had a stroke. By the time she reached him 6 hours later, he was in his 3rd hospital and had surgery to correct the stroke. She found out from the neurosurgeon that her husband had had a brain stem stroke and he could be "locked in" his body forever. He could see and hear everything going on around him; he just couldn't talk about it. They quickly worked out a communication method and she stood by his side while taking care of him for several years.
The man continued to improve because she bolstered his courage to fight for recovery. He eventually was able to make sounds and communicate like a small child learning to talk. But after a while, he became discouraged and gave up on his recovery. When he tried to commit suicide by suffocating himself, the woman admitted to herself and her husband that she couldn't handle his care by himself and his emotional problems were overwhelming. Her husband left her and moved in with his parents. About a year later, he told her that he had to fight for his recovery by himself and make their separation permanent. Maybe it's me and the stuff I've been going through lately, but that woman got the wrong end of the deal. She wasn't given any choices or options when it came to working on her marriage.
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