Gabrielle Giffords' Difficult Path Back From a Brain Injury
Until Bob returned to work 10 months later, I would not turn on a TV or watch any news. It was painful to see that my husband, who loved what he did, was no longer in the mix as a journalist. He might never be in the mix again. As I awoke daily into the fresh hell of grief and uncertainty during the five weeks he was comatose, part of me was stunned that the world outside the ICU window kept on spinning. The sun still rose and set. People still went to the grocery store. I couldn’t imagine it then, but the real work was about to begin.
Take life hour by hour. Forget about a day—that’s too long. Some days just getting through an hour is a monumental task.
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