It has been one month to the day this all happened!! One month...I keep saying in my head because it seems so unreal to me! I feel like this month has flown by at the same time gone so slow...slow because I feel like I haven't seen my boys in forever, but fast because Grand is healing day by day in ways I would say are miraculous!
This experience has left me speechless in so many ways, the outpouring of love, and faith, the renewed, restored relationships, people REALLY talking to our Father....it moves me everyday, but yet there is this heartbreak and sadness I feel when I hear my husband say that he just wants to get up and walk by himself....it is not my legs that are missing, but I feel in some way they are. When he hurts, I hurt, when he cries, I cry, I am feeling his pain for him but it won't ever be the same as what he is feeling.
I know when they slow up on his drugs, it will be different...I cannot stand to be there when Physical therapy comes in to work with him because I know he is still in a lot of pain...he still has the feeding tube, picc lines, monitors, trachea and more hooked up..but when PT comes in, they work him, and he does it, and DOES NOT COMPLAIN, and DOES NOT GIVE UP...I love and admire his strength...some would just give up, but I think Grand knows he has a reason to live....I look up to him and love him more (which I didn't think was possible) than I EVER have before, and I know that one day that man will walk, run, box, do everything he loves to do!!!!