I can not write much tonight without my heart being ripped out of my chest. Jim was sent to the ER from the rehab center unresponsive yesterday. He's there now, I've been there all day and after much thought and discussion with our doctor he is on comfort measures only. I've read that one has to suffer so to find peace and faith and strength in what awaits us on the other side. God does not grant every prayer.
And while all this is going on our doctor makes me have an X-ray because I've been limping, I'm fine, but no, my artificial hip has fractured part of my pelvis from the force of the crash, see the ortho surgeon, stay with Jim, use crutches, only a few pain meds, I've come to far to let Jim down, his suffering has to stop. I will do what I have to do until this chapter ends. I just want him to find his peace.