This part of the story will seem faster than the others, partly because someone suggested should reduce the see of my blogs but mostly because t went so fast from here.
Once aroused from his coma, Billy started to, I want to use the word improve but that would probably be somewhat misguiding, gain back his … life, for lack of a better term.
Mum was down at the cottage and the phone rang, dad said you better get up to Billy's room right now. Immediately thinking the worst after such a horrific past 5 weeks, mum dropped everything and bolted to the ICU. When she entered the room, Billy was sitting up in a chair!!! He looked over to her and said "Hi ma". The significance of this was not something that can be put into words. He was alive. Able to talk and sit up. He knew who she was.
I later that day received a phone call from dad asking if I wanted to speak to Billy. I was unsure of what to expect. The conversation was brief. It was also similar to talking on the phone with a hung child. I hung up and cried. The good sort of crying.
It seemed like every day Billy would improve further. He had to learn how to walk, talk, eat, and function as a human being once again. Like a sped up infant of sorts. It had been established that Billy hadn't sustained any permanent injury physically that was obvious. His brain was functioning and responding also. It was still a matter of time though to see if the developments would continue. He could progress only to a certain mental stage if the brain was injured.
Once moving about better, Billy was transferred to a rehab centre. It wasn't long after that he was sent home in the care of my parents. From here my parents did everything they possibly could to help him improve daily. Improve he did. He manned to secure his drivers licence, and within three months was heading back to the city to return to work. Now don't get me wrong, he wasn't anywhere near 100% but he was getting there. My parents moved with him to the city and dad would go to work with Billy everyday and help him with the manual parts of his job and also driving as Billy would tire easily. Within time there was simply no need for dad and I think he may have been sowing Billy down!
The doctors say he is a walking miracle. He was always different than everyone else growing up. Whether or not that is the key to his recovery or not who knows. Perhaps his brain works differently than others. Perhaps it just wasn't his time to go so to speak.
I am a believer to an extent that things happen for a reason, the reason isn't always as obvious as we would like or perhaps it's not for us but intended for someone else. A lot of people were involved and affected in different ways regarding Billy's accident. He has did not finch or have some life altering moment of clarity. He got back to his plan and got on with life. He is now a very high achiever in his field of work and is doing fabulous things. So perhaps we all went through this moment in our life in order for it to help someone else. Or sometimes, Accidents are just… accidents.
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