Its been a rather quiet day. Only one session of physiotherapy. No Acutouch since its Sunday. He slept most of the day as the night brought him little sleep. We - my sister, the nurse and myself watched a movie in the afternoon. I write this sitting next to my father who is arranging alphabets while Beethoven’s Eroica (which my sister thinks is too dramatic for this activity) plays in the background. Watching him arrange is an emotional roller coaster. When he picks up the right alphabet we get euphoric and when he persistently fumbles we’re almost close to being despondent. As I look at him, he has ABCDEFGM, don’t know why he always gets M and N placed in all sorts of combinations. Am not too worried since this is not the first time and we ain’t going to stop until he perfects it. The persistent worry we have about his recovery seems to abate as we see small and sweet changes in him. Like right now, he finished the alphabets arrangement (Yes, he figured out the M a
When our father suffered a massive brain haemorrhage our lives changed forever. He was not expected to live. Life, priorities, love, friends, family, money, health – everything has gained a new, in many aspects finer and better perspective. A renaissance in our lives. Finding little or no survivors stories online, my sister and I decided to tell our story along with those of many others whose lives have crossed ours in this journey.