What we are learning every day benefits the patient diagnosed tomorrow. Life is getting better, and we are understanding the brain more and more.
We sit silent for a moment. I wince at the memory of that pain, the depth of suffering I endured. I mourn those years of my life, that darkness I cannot understand or place or resolve. In the same breath, I stun at my recovery. I will say my whole life I don’t know how I’m still here. We discuss positive predictors, and I guess I had a few: a husband who stayed, faith, success before becoming ill, a kick-ass work ethic, an ability to see myself in perspective.
But I know it comes down to one: love.
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