Transitioning to a New Way of Living
One of the most terrifying times in my life was when my husband was injured by a fall off of the scaffolding at work. Thankfully, it was not fatal, but when it happened, we knew right away that it was going to be a long road to recovery. He was rushed to the hospital with undetermined injuries and when I got there, he was already in surgery. He came out of surgery and we were informed that they had done what they could and the rest was up to him. We were also told that there was a good chance that he would not walk again.
My husband, being the fighter that he has always been, would not even listen to this. We knew he would walk again, even if he had to pour everything he had into making it happen. After being in the hospital for several months, I wanted to make his transition to coming home as easy as possible. I had lift chairs put in the living room and I had ramps put in at both the front and back doors.
I even had a plumber come in and install a walk-in bath, where he could sit and take a shower, as I knew hot showers was one of his greatest pleasures in life. He made it home and had more drive and determination than anyone I have ever known before. His spirits stayed high, and though, he still has a long road ahead of him, I know he will be as good as new one day.
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