was finally released. As I drove him home, I thanked God for the miracle of Martin making it through the surgery. Though he was still a little confused, he could walk and talk. I was so happy for him and for us. At home that afternoon, it soon became clear that I couldn’t leave Martin alone even while he was sleeping. He woke up from a nap forgetting that he’d had brain surgery. “There’s something in my nose,” he said, trying to pull it out again. I had to watch him carefully. That night, when I climbed into bed with Martin, his eyes opened wide. He was obviously very uncomfortable and pulled
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