Life, reloaded

My husband suffered a subarachnoid bleed last week. He was air lifted by helicopter to a nearby teaching hospital for treatment unavailable in our area. I had spent several sleepless nights helping him cope with his blinding intractable pain. By the time the helicopter lifted off, I was on overload.

I gave myself a few minutes to fall apart, then got in the truck to head the one hundred twenty miles to once again be by his side. Throughout it all, my children and their friends have been my support, my lifeline, my brains. They have taken care of me as I used to take care of them.

I will write more later. For now, I just want to rest and be grateful that I still have a husband.