The day was going by like “normal” at the hospital. Eric’s mom went back to Settle today, and his two sisters are here for the weekend. Eric has a large and very supportive family, which I love. I could have sworn Eric was able to see me today; it looked like he followed me with his eyes. Another little step forward in my mind. We all felt good about the day, until we talked with his Neurosurgeon. He’d expected to see a bigger improvement by now, as he said. It’s been two weeks since the accident, and his family and I have stayed positive and strong the whole time…. until I heard this. The doctor was talking about my husband; your friend – the man who taught me to climb mountains, rock climb, camp, and enjoy life, my travel companion, the experienced mountain biker, snowboarder and swimmer, the man who has supported me financially and emotionally in so many ways, for so many years. I’m sorry Eric but I lost hope and for the first time in two weeks I got angry. I haven’t felt this angry for a very long time.
Thank goodness for your big sister Marci, who loves reading up on things. According to everything she’s read we shouldn’t let doctors let us down because there’s always hope. It’s their job to always under-promise and over-deliver.
It’s now been some hours since I did in fact loose hope and I’m feeling stronger again. I’m up for another fight with Eric tomorrow again.