It was a year plus after AVM removal surgery and slowly things were starting to return to normal for me. I was back
at work and trying to do the job that I used to do so
easily and I had just received my driver's license back.
I was driving back home after work and began to
have all these feelings, and I will try to describe them.
It was like I was overwhelmed returning to my life
so enexpectedly. Once again I was driving down that old familiar road as if I was any average citizen. What happened to the man I used to be who collapsed to the floor with a cerebral bleed big enough to make him think that he was dying? The man who lost his driver's license because he was too ill to ask for another one? Who could not walk a step or talk a complete sentence?
It was overwhelming, but I had no choice, I was back
and I had to continue to regain my life back inch by
inch. When I was finally there I would not worry
about those overwhelming feelings, but I would feel
like that average man who had just returned from a
long dangerous, but somehow victorious journey.
It seemed that the journey that had come so close to breaking me had made me.