4 years ago today youngest girly girl was in a rehabilitation hospital 5 1/2 hours away from our home. She was just a few days away from getting to take her first steps since the accident.
By this time, her family and I were well versed in TBI (traumatic brain injury) language. We knew what Glasgo coma scale meant, what level on the Rancho Scale meant, what OT PT ST and RecT meant. We had learned to take the smallest things and celebrate them because every small thing meant a step in the right direction.
We were just begining to hope that she might have a life without a wheelchair. We hadn't even entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe, she might even have a life without a cane.
4 years ago - we were watching a miracle happen right before our very own eyes.
Recovery from TBI is a "forever" thing. Everyday is a day of healing. It's not like a broken bone or an illness that you "get over". It's a moment by moment thing. It's a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs that is unpredictable.
It's survivors are among the bravest and strongest people you will ever meet - not by choice, no one would choose this path. To survive - it takes everything they have within them and more. It takes faith - the Biblical kind that moves mountains. It takes incredible strength.
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