1962 days have passed since my husband had a devastating stroke that changed every aspect of our lives. I have shaved his face 1911 times, I have gotten up 1961 days and thanked God for every one of them. I have hoped 1865 times that I have the strength to do all that needs to be done.
1962, days ago, as I stepped into the emergency room, God assured me that my husband would live. 1962 days ago God showed me how much he loved me by saving the man that was made for me and my anchor.
1958 days ago my son with special needs learned how to uber so he could see his dad when someone could not drive him. He came everyday, he talked to him, he laid hands on him, he prayed for him, he loved and loves him to the core.
Daily I called my brother in law. To review what happened during the day and what decisions I had to make. Every call he encouraged me and told me I was doing the right thing and made the right decisions.
I talked daily to his daughter who could not just listen to the reports and brought the kids so she could just look at him. His daughter cried, the grand kids cried, but they were also reassured that he was still here and moving in the right direction.
I do not know the number of days I wondered if something more had happened because he forgot how to put toothpaste on his toothbrush or no longer remembers how to put ice in his cup.
What I know is he does not forget how to exercise, lift weights. He does not get lost going for a walk in our neighborhood.
He has forgotten our history, our marriage but he loves me today and everyday.
Yes the stroke was devastating and robbed us of much, it gave us a different future one we had not planned.
I am looking forward to the next 1962 days.