TBI
I am absolutely devastated. I received a phone call yesterday requesting that my deceased husband return their call. I was immediately sent into shock. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I listened to the voice mail again and then again, in absolute horror that this was actually happening. I thought that I had been able to say goodbye to him enough times. Apparently not. As I began a horrible, painful ugly cry, trying to decide what I had to do now, my body decided to just give up. Now my health has been deteriorating quickly the last month or so, so I’ve been a bit freaked out. But yesterday morning I was okay. I even took the dog for a walk. It was going to be a good day. Then I received the call. Today I watched a police officer telling of when he was attacked. It was awful. He ended up with a heart attack, concussion, and traumatic brain injury (along with other things). This is where the devastation comes in. Tony and I both have/had traumatic brain injury. I wat...