Twelve weeks of surviving with out my husband and I feel as if I am in a groove of life. Work, school, rest is the routine I have found and enjoy. On a typical Monday, I pack my lunch, get all of my school materials ready so I can study at lunch and head to work. Within 20 minutes I would be in a helicopter, unconscious and heading to Dallas for a week long stay on the cardiac unit. I never saw the truck coming, I never felt any pain although my entire world as I knew it would be different. Weeks of intensive therapy, exercises to help my brain heal, 24/7 care and a loss of all independence is what my world now consisted of. At the time I was angry at everyone and everything but now, I consider it a blessing that I was chosen for.
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