The first anniversary of Sarah's death is approaching and I find myself reliving her last few days. From the moment that we got the phone call telling us that she was in the hospital, the whole blur of the 5 hour trip up to Minneapolis, seeing her lying there so quiet and still. Two days later, walking into the hospital on Easter morning........a beautiful spring day. I was thinking what a wonderful day it would be for her to wake up as they brought her out of the medically induced coma.
How positive and how stupid at the same time. I should have known that with all of the brain injury that she had suffered that there was no way that she was going to be restored to us as she previously had been, but it wasn't until the doctor used the word "dismal" outlook that the truth started to sink in. There is no misunderstanding with that word. We were told that there was maybe a 5% chance of any kind of recovery and that even then she would be confined to a nursing home for the rest of her life. Sarah would never have been accepting of that kind of a life. It would not have been life as she saw it.