Brain Injury is full of unknowns.
“Time will tell.”
“We don’t know.”
“We don’t know if he’ll __ and if he does, how well he’ll do it.”
“There is no way to know.”
“We don’t know about it.”
All things we’ve heard.
And will continue to hear.
It’s heartbreaking and hard. Because we want answers. But with brain injury everyone is different. Scans don’t even always depict what someone’s abilities will be. And if the one thing we can actually look at doesn’t give a clear idea of how things will turn out, what do we have to go by?
He will do what he can, when he can, to whatever extend he can.
I was thinking about that this morning.
About how scary, frustrating and sad that is.
It also gives hope.
In some weird way.
Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what anyone says, he will do whatever he does.
And while they may be right for some things, they have just as much of a chance of being wrong.
So, the unknown is absolutely incredibly frustrating.
But is also leaves room for hope in this weird little way, because we just don’t know. They don’t know. I means whatever happens, happens. And it may just be (hopefully) a whole lot better than anyone could ever bargain for 💪🏻
So here is me, trying to hold onto that tiny weird glimpse of hope, because I have to. It will often get drowned out by the heartache and frustration of it all, but I know it’ll always be there, as long as we’re fighting.
And we’ll never, ever give up 💪🏻