After my surgery, in 2002, I was far too out of it to
read any AVM websites, even if I had a PC available to use.
My wife did go online to such a site and she looked through the many dozens of stories to find a survivor with a case history like mine who had enjoyed a successful and speedy recovery. She later told me that she found none. She wasn't
one to quit easily, however, and she continued to pray and
continued to not authorize the doctors to let me just die.
The problem was, of course, not just whether I would live or not, but whether I would recover sufficiently to walk and talk, and live, and laugh and enjoy life in at least some ways. There was no guarantee that I would ever do any of those things again, ever. Living might well be perhaps
worse than dying.
When I started to recover some and got to go home, I
was glad, but I wondered if I would survive for any
length of time or die in some much more painful way.
It was a gamble, but it all worked out and I thank
again my doctor, and my wife and God for my survival.
It is an amazing world.