Part 2 of 6: All we can do is wait...

We spent all of that Sunday in the hospital talking to doctors and trying to figure out what was wrong. Later that night, around 9:30 p.m., the doctor called and told us that he had a massive stroke and that it did not look good. My world just started to crumble.

Over the next week many friends and family were in and out of the hospital visiting him. They provided a huge support system; people were constantly calling and coming over to the house to make sure we are all right and bring us food. Without them it would have been much harder to deal. All of us just kept hoping he would wake up.

The doctors were very helpful, and told us everything that they were doing to try to make him better. That Friday, we learned that he had a bilateral stroke, which severely damaged both the right and left side of his brain. The doctor’s theory was that when he had to have a colonoscopy and had gone off of his blood thinner medication for a week, a clot had formed. Three weeks later that clot went to his brain. That same day they also told us that he should start to get better within the next three days and if he did not, he would never get better.