Crossing the Line Between Life and Death

Dear diary, 2000

Im just waking up now, I've been out for three days and im scared. The last thing I remember was being in the hospital and hearing the machine next to my bed turn from multiple beeps into one solid beep and one long consistent line. Now im awake and feel weak, its hard for me to breath without pain and I can't sit up. The doctor says I have a long road of recovery ahead of me and the use of my hand may never be the same.

Dear diary, 2011

After all these years the scars remain, a lost memory plagues my mind and persistent hand tremors are a constant physical reminder of the death that could have been.