Yet my father persevered. He had to relearn everything he had ever been taught. From simple speech, to walking to living day to day. He relearned it at a frustratingly slow, arduous pace. Every simple task was a tremendous challenge. Furthermore, the first two years after the operation seemed to confirm the doctors’ claims that he would never walk again or live anything close to his former life. But with an unfaltering patience and constant effort, he went from a wheelchair to a cane and from a cane to a mere brace on his left leg. He relearned the piano using only his right hand. By writing everything down, he was able to cope with his poor memory and eventually even returned to teaching. Although he knew he could never be the same, he refused to resign from life.

In my early awakening stage of my recovery, I did not feel inhibited to discuss my marital relationship with any person. Even the tea person!

I also spoke incredibly loudly, in a monotone as I had to relearn the importance of the use of volume and tones in conversation.

e.g. When you are with your partner and you're trying to create a close, romantic situation, you don't yell " I love you ."