My husband and I were in bed asleep on Oct. 1, 2001. At around 7am he started have a seziure, when it was over he was not breathing and I could not find his pulse. He was rushed to the hospital, where he was in a coma for 9 days. He was released on Nov. 7. He has been through 7 months of outpatient therapy.

The hardest part i think is that he doesn't motivate himself. He has not short term memory, if it happened more than 5 min ago he can't remember. He sorta knows that he is a 32 year old man but it is not really real to him.

I thank god everyday that he is alive, can walk, can talk, dress himself, feed himself. So many things we never think about. Now everything is harder for him. Nothing is easy. He can't do any of the things he used to love, like playing the bass in a rock-n-roll band, or drive his truck.

It has been almost a year now, I also thank god that some how i still believe that one day he will be ok.

So now i stay at home and take care of him. Our life is different but I still find that I love him more every day.