Dear readers… This morning I have discovered that Phillip has created a video update regarding this problem that I refer to as “My Condition”. I titled the post ‘The beginning of the end’ because so much has changed and all for the better. The beginning is where we are now, and the end is in sight! It is still…

When we last left off, the Chamber of Horrors, SSR Montegut (the first rehabilitation center) had made a commitment to send me home and treat me daily as an outpatient, and as I hinted in the ‘Up Next’ at the end of chapter 2, the institution went back on their word. We began making phone calls towards the end of the first week at home and were assured by doctor Cortez that they were working on it, and we would begin the daily trips, via ambulance, at the top of the following week for daily physical therapy. But no information was forthcoming, no emails, no texts, no calls. Then came the news…

My dear readers, I am happy to have you back with me and I am sure you have noticed that I am now dividing my writing between two story lines, what is happening at the chateau (the work must go on) as well as what is going on in the medical world of our adventure in France. Welcome to “The rest of the Story, Chapter 2”Please grab a tea or coffee, this is going to be a long one… When we last left off we found ourselves residents of Des Cedres Hospital

Dear readers, I awoke yesterday morning in a complete fog, confused, knowing and yet not knowing where I was, tears rolling down my face as I cried uncontrollably, I was thrashing left and right in frustrated anxiety trying to make my legs move. In my dream I was paralyzed from the waist down. We just bought a castle in the south of France and there I lay with half of my body immobile and so much work to do. My incessant sobbing woke Phillip up and as he did his best to comfort me, slowly reality came into focus…