It's been two years since Corinna came home and told me, 'I fucked up, I think I need to go to the ER.'
She had been on a bike ride, came to with her bike on top of her and no idea how she got where she was. We don't know how long she was out but she hadn't been gone from home that long so probably minutes. But anyway.
It's been a long, hard couple years. She works hard at therapy, she has peaks and valleys, she's gotten better and had setbacks. It wasn't helped when a few months after the crash she was in a car that got rear-ended hard. But she's never given up, even when that would have been understandable or even reasonable.
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