I know.  I'm going to milk this 'brain aneurysm' thing for all it's worth.  But in looking back at the ordeal, some of my most precious thoughts are of memories that I don't even have.  From the time I went to the doctor with a bad headache to the time I woke up in the hospital, I probably lost four or five days.  No recollection.  But I do know that I was not alone.  For a Christian, I know that God is always there, but so was my family.  Long before anyone else knew about my medical malady, my wife and two daughters were constantly at my side, praying and cheering me on.  I know it now because of what they've told me.  But in some odd way (and I can't explain it), I knew it then, even in my not-awake state.  And I'm sure that's one of the reasons I woke up with such a positive attitude, even when I realized where I was and why I was there.  

Yes I'm a Christian.  Prayer is a big part of my life, and I know it works.  What we don't realize sometimes is that the prayer and love of family members is also always there.  When you're around family members all the time, it can become easy to take them for granted.  Sure they know you love them, so why say it?  What I have learned through all my medical travails of the past year is how much their love means.  My daughters, Sarah and Rusti; and my wife Diane.    I can never say I love them enough, or hug them enough.  I think that's a good lesson for everybody to learn.

Peace out ... Rusty