it aas a good day, a hopeful day. It was a day post surget, pre swelling. he ate a hamburger that day. wolfed it down like a man on a mission. he live it. he eveb made that pleasureable moaning noize as he ate. if was a good day. he was with me. the hamburger was so good he had to take a nap!! Sometime late physical therapy came by. he hot kur of bed stood up talto do the marching and the balancr. he stood up tall and strong and hiz face said, i got this, i can do tjis!!! I couldnt help it i reached up on my tippy toes and stole a kiss from my big strong man. i tiny kiss full of passion and vitality and optomism. my love was there and functioning . He had made it throu brain surgery, ate a hamburger and was ready to take on the worldd!!! That was a good day. that day my husband was alive and fighghting. ththat day i was proud to call him mine. that day we were gonna make it through. we were gonna beat brain cancer no matter what the drs said. i want to go back to that day. i want to go back to that kiss.
a few days late after the swelling took over his poor face he could see out off one eye I sat down next to him holding his hand he looked me straight in the sys with so much love. Its like I never felt live until that moment. He reached up and wiped away my tears. He lives me he cares for me, he thinks I'm special. He is strong and sensitive, and I'm a total mess. My husband who days ago had brain surgery is comforting me. How lucky I am . He loves me and I love him.he wiped my tears and held my hand. He flirted with the nurse assistant thinking it was me. Good times in the hospital tramatic brain injury ICU!!
