There is part of me that wishes to be able to post on here that Randy has recovered 100%. I wish I could say that God fully restored him physically and there were no lasting affects of the accident. I could say that, but I would be lying. TBI can change you forever. The hard part of it is that for everyone it is different. When people contact me asking about friends or family members that have a loved one suffer a traumatic brain injury, I tend to want to avoid them. Primarily because I remember being one of them.
I wanted to get hear anyone and everyone's story because I wanted to know what to expect, I needed to know what life would be like. I met a boy who had fallen over 20 stories. He shouldn't have lived. You look at him today and you see and hear nothing that would give any evidence he had ever been in an accident. I have also met people who operate with the mind of child, though they are an adult. I have met people who have physical issues from the injury. What I have learned is that, when it comes to traumatic head injuries, no two healing paths are the same. Our brain houses so much of who we are and we are all so very different people. Two people can have damage in the same part of the brain and, though there will be similarities, there will be so many differences.
Our lives will never be same. In some ways that is good. My husband has realized the existence of God and has dedicated his life to Him. I don't know if that would have happened without the accident. But in some ways, I miss the Randy that he used to be. There are times that I grieve that he is gone and I find myself looking for glimpses of him to return.
