I know we are all individuals....and brain injuries are different (not least in the way that they affect and impact us all differently). However, I wanted to share a little part of my story.
I am 43, my husband of 15 years is 53. We were both business leaders in different sectors, he was exceptional, we were very happily married and very much in love. We tried for many years for a child and eventually after 8 losses we had our much awaited daughter in the summer of 2010. In February, 2011 life changed forever. He had been out for dinner and went back into his office to collect his laptop and grab a taxi home.....we are not sure what happened next...but I found him on his office floor at 2.am. He was unconscious and surrounded by vomit. I was told that he had 'bleeding on the brain' that 'the damage to the right hand side of the brain was severe' and 'it was doubtful he would survive.' The next few weeks were, as many of you have described, hell.
After 48 hours the brain swelling meant that he had craniotomy, his temperature soared for days, and he had a constant '3' on the Glasgow coma scale for weeks. He first stirred from his coma 3 weeks later, his first words 2 weeks after that, he learned to swallow a month after that....and incredibly (despite the brain scan showing otherwise) learned to walk again. After 4 1/2 months he was home.
The emotional roller coaster that follows a brain injury of a loved one is not for the faint-hearted. It is not a journey of days or weeks....or even months. It is a journey for life, and the sooner this is grasped the easier life becomes. I say 'easier' as it will never be 'easy.'
I met a gentleman in neuro-rehab, his wife had suffered a head injury and was about to be discharged after 6 months, he commented that it is a lonely life being the spouse of a brain injury. I assumed that he meant that friends desert you.....but now I know what he meant. Yes, of course some friends do not understand not have the patience and that is challenging. But for me, the hardest part is living with a man that is a stranger, a stranger that vaguely resembles I man I once married, he looks the same, although his smile is not full of life and there is no laughter in his eyes.
I miss him - and he hates it when I say that....he cries to me "but I am here!" So I hold him like a child and tell him that I love him (and I do); but inside I feel the grief of loss. I know that often this can sound so ungrateful - but he is such a different man, his personality, his humour, his intelligence, his conversation, his love..........our relationship, as it was, died that night back in February 2011.....but he did not and we are rebuilding a new relationship.
I have worked relentlessly over the last 2 years helping and driving his recovery, I believe strongly in neuro-plasticity, and we have worked 'miracles' - things that I was told were impossible - we have shown are not impossible but can improve....and I know we are still on a journey. I can post some of the things that we have done and how it has helped.
My journey will always be with my husband, I love him....and so does our little girl who is now 2 and a half. She struggles with him sometimes (and he her) but she has her daddy....and she has nothing to compare him to.
Lack of insight means that he does not see how he has changed - nor does he understand why he can not run a business anymore....but I have asked him to look at this site and post some of his own feelings and read about others and chat about how others are rebuilding their lives.
Life as you once knew it ends after a brain injury - accept it.....then move on....as 'a life' is possible after brain injury....yes even a happy one!
I have learned that life is not about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.