My Fiancée Stayed With Me After I Was In A Coma
I asked her to marry me at 17. One month later, a speeding Lexus struck me off a skateboard outside my parents’ driveway in Columbus, Indiana. I woke up from a three-week coma not knowing who she was. Courtesy of Cameron Michael Fathauer The author in a coma at IU Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis, with Chelsea at his bedside. She had been there every day. That’s not a figure of speech. I mean literally. The person I had just asked to spend her life with me stood at my bedside in the ICU at IU Methodist, and I looked at her the way you look at a stranger. She had to be introduced to me. We had been together for two years. She knew things about me I had lost. I had to be told her name. I think about that moment more than any other moment in my life. Not as a tragedy – as something else I still don’t have a word for. Courtesy of Cameron Michael Fathauer The author and Chelsea during …

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