July 9, 2009, 9:05PM.  I stood on the corner and watched as the policemen and rescue teams arrived at the accident scene.  I didn't know the person in the black car was my husband until he had gone to the hospital in an ambulance.  When I arrived at the hospital the Doctors in the emergency room kept saying, he's sick very very sick.  When I finally got to see Louie his eyes were swollen bright red, a machine was breathing for him and he wasn't moving.  All the wires, hoses, tubes and sounds were really overwelming.  The doctor on call in SICU, said he had a difussed axonal brain injury, he explained it to me and I don't really know if I understood what he was saying.  Brain Sheer was also mentioned.  What a start to 82 days.  All of the bones in both cheeks were shattered, the orbits for his eyes, shattered, collasped lung, fractured 6 ribs,  left shoulder, colar bone,sternum, pelvis all fractured, and a torn spleen. Needless to say, the outlook was very grim.  If he survived he may be a vegetable we were told.  After 6 1/2 weeks in a coma he started to come around.  At first it was that blank, hopeless glare.  But I never gave up, I went to the hospital every day, worked in the mornings and at first spent almost all afternoon there with him.  Then I decided why are you sitting here all day, when your going to need your stregnth when he comes home.  I kept telling everyone that he's going to be allright, hes going to come home just you wait and see.  The doctors, nurses and all our friends and family members kept saying I was not in reality, thinking Louis would one day come home, I talked to him when I was there at the hospital, I washed his face and hair, gave him manicures and pedicures, massaged his legs, feet arms and hands.  All the while telling him he had better fight with all that he has if he wants to come home.  Touch, thats what he really missed.  You could see it in his eyes and how it would calm him to just touch him.  Some days I would rub his legs for 3 to 4 hours, you could almost see his whole body relax and take in every stroke.  Tell them you love them.  On September 28, 2009 Louis came home, he walked like a drunk, slurred his speech and was very very angry.  I decided to take him off all the medication they sent him home with and he was like Dr. Jeckel, Mr Hyde.  I'm so glad I took the time to touch him talk to him and be with him as much as I did. Six months after the accident Louis is walking straight, has a slight limp when he gets tired, speaks well, and can do everything for himself.  Now that I'm working full time, he does the dishes, washes and dries the clothes, puts them away and keeps the house clean.  He does have a problem with his short term memory, but even tht's gettting better, he's remembering things he did in the morning and sometimes even the day before.  He wants to go back to work, but I tell him take some time, we have all the time in the world for you to go back to work.  I drive him where ever he has to go, I feel beter about that, he takes walks by himself, but still has anxieties with meeting people.  Just don't ever give up, it's amazing what people hear while in a coma, and if they have the fight in them and they know you have it too, they can pull themselves right out of it and get back to beign home with family and friends.  Don't ever ever give up, there is hope.  If Louis did it your loved one too can.