The Road to Recovery

Where to start...
After Mike's stroke, I thought that when he woke up, we would just get back to our life. I had faith.
Soon it became apparent that life would never be the same and we would not be going back to the life we once knew and had. I cried out to God that I couldn't do it alone and I felt as if He was saying that I was right, I can't do it alone, but that I wasn't alone. I had Him.
During what should have been the hardest part, I felt mercy from God and it wasn't so hard. This was the first 8 months over which time Mike had to relearn to breathe, eat and swallow, talk, some of the most basic of functions that sustain life, and his big wish was to walk.
Over time, Mike regained each of these things to some degree. Even though he still had major challenges, he was making a comeback.
As time went by, there were some realities that started to weigh on me. I was told to put Mike in a nursing center. It was expected that I should divorce him or send him home to his parents. The medical bills were piling up. I started thinking of what how hard this situation was. Our son was becoming angry and resentful. I was becoming angry and resentful.

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