It’s been nearly three weeks since my husband’s injury. He and I both expected all to be back to “normal” by now, but that hasn’t proved the case. This week, his fatigue and nausea have increased, and he’s still experiencing double vision all day long. It’s 4 p.m. as I type this, and he is asleep, exhausting after working four hours this morning.

He is constantly apologizing for the changes in our lives due to his accident, but I’m learning more each day to be thankful for everything that happens. We are enjoying extended time together that we never would have in our “normal” lives because he is too tired to go many places and I don’t want to leave him alone. We are learning patience as we navigate through the medical community to get him into the specialists he needs to see as soon as possible. We evaluate every activity to see if we have the energy for it instead of doing everything regardless of the cost to our bodies and sanity.

Our pace of life creeps along comfortably instead of dragging us at breakneck speed. We hug more, sleep more, and appreciate more. What could be better than that?