“This is just temporary!” These are the specific words that held me together and gave me the ability to believe in a creative miracle for my youngest son. He had been the victim of a gunshot wound to his head. He now lay in a coma, after a long and difficult six hour operation on his brain. Half of his skull, the bullet, three large hematomas and skull fragments were all surgically removed. He was hanging in the balance between life and death. He was on life support, but diagnosed as clinically dead with out life support and diagnosed brain dead as well. The neurosurgeon had not given us any hope. This was a most arduous thing to hear, much less to embrace as our reality.
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