We left the hospital, and sat in the car numb to what just happened. Then I broke down in tears. As did my wife. Not good.
We headed home, and called a friend who lived on the way back, and stopped in there. I had to start speaking about it, and this seemed as good a place as any. It wasn't easy, but I got the words out. We stopped at the supermarket on the way home, and bumped into one of our close friends, it must have been pretty obvious we were not OK, but we didn't say anything.
We made it home, and I sat down stunned, wondering what to do next. My wife suggested I send an email to our close friends and family, so that at least word was getting out. I sent one to a few mates, to my sister, and my wife updated the in-laws. What came back was a slew of messages of a similar nature: disbelief, shock, advice to stay strong and positive, if you need help just say. It was overwhelming in all honest.
A few people called, and I called some others. Each call generally involved tears. Clearly this was how the next days, weeks and months were going to be.
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