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

care. Six years of vigils and sponge baths and crying in the guest room across the hall. Six years of financial ruin and social isolation and the slow erosion of every part of myself that wasn’t defined by his body in that bed. And underneath all of it—underneath the grief I’d been carrying for a marriage I thought had been taken from me by tragedy—was continue reading …