I mean no disrespect by my title "ground zero"; but in all of our lives, we reach "ground zero" multiple times in our lives. Some of you just haven't gotten there yet; and I pray that you don't.
"Ground zero", to me, means starting over. I just didn't realize how far Truett had come since January 29, 2011 . . .until after I talked with the Shands Rehabilation representative this afternoon.
Sue Merry (neat name, don't you think?) told me she spoke with Truett today for about fifteen minutes after I left floor eleven of Shands Hospital. She reiterated that Truett was confused and found it difficult to name things or think coherently. Of course, I agreed.
But, as Mrs. Merry asked about Truett's ability to do certain things before now, I was able to answer "yes. . .yes. . .yes . . ." And it was then, that I realized we were back to "ground zero."
It was then, also, that I really didn't appreciate how far Truett had come since January 20, 2011. "Could he dress himself? Could he transfer himself? Could he feed himself? The questions continued and my answers were unequivocally, "YES!"
Now we are starting over.
But I have hope.
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