Two years and counting

Two years ago yesterday, I arrived at the hospital early in the morning to spend the day with my wife. She had successful hip-replacement surgery the day before and had managed to stand up with a therapist's help.

Instead of making plans to go home and begin recovering, though, we spent the day learning the extent of Julia's stroke. It happened in the middle of the night.

When I arrived, the staff was just learning something was wrong. She could not move her left leg at all. She had some feeling in it, but could not tell where you touched her. Touch her ankle, and she might say it was her knee.

She did come home...two months later.

Today, after two years of working on recovery every day, she is far better than that day two years ago. There is still a long way to go, and we will keep working.

Julia is persistent, stubborn, and has no quit in her. I admire her willingness to face each day even when discouraged.

I love you, Julia! Happy Two-years-on-the-road-back Day.