One of the interesting things about recovering from a brain injury is that your idea of progress changes daily. On some days TC and I absolutely marvel at all the progress he's made over the past ten months. He's walking again. He has some use of his right arm. He is speaking more clearly. Other days we are reminded how very far we still have to go. InteRACT was an incredible stepping stone and we're so fortunate we get to attend again, but as we near the one year post-injury mark, it's clear that therapy will be in our lives for the foreseeable future.
A few months ago a gentleman sent me the quote below and it hasn't left my mind. In situations like ours there is a fine line between denial and hope. I often feel I'm walking the delicate tightrope between the two. I'd like to believe that TC will go back to work one day, that we'll feel "secure" again (whatever that means), and that we'll settle into a quiet, happy life with one fabulous kid by our side (or two, if we're really lucky!). I'd like to think we'll grow old together, enjoying many years of good health and lots of laughter.
This summer still holds sentencing and another trial, but we feel more than ready to let go of the event that brought us here and the people responsible. Participating in the criminal aspect of this ordeal has been extremely difficult. It's being forced back into the past at just the same moment you're inclined to move forward.
We'll only be home for a few weeks before we head back to Halifax, but we are so very excited to get there. It's been a ten month nonstop circus and it's time to sit down and breathe - in our own home, on our own couch, reestablishing a normalcy that has been absent for too long. Here's to the next phase of moving on.