My Husband Was In A Coma For Six Years—Then I Noticed Something Was Changing

didn’t smoke. I didn’t smoke. And Mark—Mark hadn’t moved his hands in six years.

I started paying closer attention.

I noticed that Mark’s hair, which I trimmed myself every few weeks, sometimes looked different in the mornings—not dramatically, but as if it had been towel-dried and finger-combed by someone who wasn’t me. I noticed that the level of continue reading …