This picture was taken one year ago today as Don and I lay in his hospital bed waiting to go home via an ambulance transport. It was about the happiest I’d seen him in a long time. His eyes literally twinkled and danced, and he smiled all day long. There was a lightness in our hearts that had been absent since Don had been admitted to the hospital, and unlike the day before, this day was full of hope.
The previous day had been an emotional rollercoaster. Before removing Don’s breathing tube, the doctor told the family that he had “minutes to possibly hours (to live)” – the air in the room became heavy with shock and sorrow, and the silence was punctuated by sobs of disbelief. It felt like someone had sucked all the air out of the room and left us choking on the potential outcome.
I remember…
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