Hello all.
It's been over two years since my last update and I'm truly sorry about it. In November 2018, I was in a coma for a week. When I woke up, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing in my body worked. I couldn't even grab a glass of water or feed myself. That was the beginning of a very long recovery. Two years later, I'm walking, wobbling a little at times but I'm walking. I'm moving my arms and everything. I have to use a cane to walk but it could have been so much worse that I'm not that bothered with it.
The thing I'm most grateful for is that I seem to have not lost any brain capacity. I can still speak English as well as French. The only difference I noticed is that I have some little memory holes sometimes. A street name, a movie title, a date sometimes escape me and frustrate me as I've always been known to have an incredible memory.
In the last two years I've worked on coming back physically. I'm still uncertain about imagination and writing skills. I haven't worked a day in two years... haven't written a word in two years. Can I still?
I'm not sure and I have to admit being a little scared of the answer. All the what ifs going through my mind are in need of answers. So I thought what better way to test myself then to finish this story. Starting next week, I'm going to finish the wedding. Also, even though I had the wedding as the end of my story… I'm going to keep on going on for a few chapters as I need the reassurance of already made characters and the tone of the story is still present in my mind.
I don't know if I'll be as fast as I was before the coma so I count on your patience but I promise, short of another coma, I will not desert you all for as long a period.
By the way, the weird thing is, except for really funky dream during my coma, I was pretty close in the description of Ruth's coma. She was better than me upon waking up as I couldn't even move my head but the rest was pretty dead on judging from my own coma. I had nerve damage in my left leg which is why I need the cane but even though doctors said I would not improve, I proved them wrong. I was hard, 4 to 5 hours of exercises every day… but I don't wear an orthosis anymore after being told it was permanent. So like the Ruth in my story, it was long and hard and frustrating but in the end we prevailed.
So again, sorry for my absence and looking forward to writing for you all. I want the next chapter to be as perfect as I can make it so give me about a week to get into the groove again. I might be posting before a week, I'm just giving a week as a maximum it would take me.
Chantale23