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Today marks 1 year of memory for me. I remember waking up, from a nap probably I’m not sure, to my husband, who at the time I didn’t recognize. My eyes wandered to the communication board that the date was updated daily. I saw the date September 19,2017 and my spirits fell. A’s birthday. It was A’s birthday and I was here, where was here? The board told me, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. I looked at the man sitting on my bed he must know, it seemed like he knew me.  He said "Can you see the board?"  I blinked once for yes. He ask me "Do you know what day it is?" Again I blinked once. That was heartbreaking to me to be missing my babies birthday, but for Matt it was the first real moment he knew I was still inside somewhere. While my memory starts this day the order of the next few days and weeks gets mixed up in my head. Whether it’s the medication I was on or healing from a brain injury or a bit of both I’m not sure. I remember Matt explaining we were in a car...

Here’s a picture taken the 1 year anniversary day...                                                      So, we are 3 weeks post the 1 year anniversary mark. What an emotional few weeks, especially the very week post. On the following Monday I had normal physical therapy that day. At the end my PT said "We are going to meet your recreational therapist on the 3rd floor. So I’ll have you walk onto the elevator and ride up standing." I didn’t think about it was "my floor" as an inpatient. I honestly was dreading rec therapy, I assumed my PT and Rec therapist had devised some torturous new "fun" activity to work my outer thigh muscles for walking that could only be done on the 3rd floor. No biggie right?  The elevator ride was a first in over a year. It was very strange to be standing and feeling it move. It’s very interesting to notice movements I nev...