Inspiration Boulevard

It was two weeks before Christmas, and I was going through a rough patch in my life.  One dark snowy night, I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take the pain.  I didn't deserve to live.  I did the unthinkable, I won't tell everything about it, just that it involved pills, and drinking lots of antifreeze.  I don't remember the next ten days, I was in a coma.  What happened though, was this.  When I didn't return home from my walk that night, my fiance called my best friend, and asked if she had seen or heard from me.  She said no, and they continued to talk.  As they were talking, she heard a helicopter overhead (she lived a block away from the local hospital), but didn't think anything of it.  By the time they hung up, there was another call, this from the emergency room doctors, calling to tell my fiance that I had been airlifted to a certain hospital, and that I was in critical condition.  That was the noise of the helicopter that had been heard earlier.  My fiance rushed to my bedside, even though we had an argument earlier, and I thought there was no way he could love me.  I was wrong.  He didn't leave my bed.  He stayed beside me around the clock, looking at the dialysis machine I was on.  My face and body were yellow, and bloated.  The doctors told him I would not survive, but he refused to give up.  After four days in a coma, I was completely unresponsive to the doctors, and they knew that even if I lived, I would have major organ damage, and probably extensive brain damage as well.  They told Joe to talk to me, and he did.  He told me over and over again how much he loved me, that he couldn't lose me.  He told me I had to come back to him, because he couldn't think of going on without me.  I smiled at him, without even knowing it.  The doctors told him to ask me questions, tell me sqeeze his hand, wiggle my toes, and fingers.  He did, and I responded.  The question he asked me, was will you please come back to me?  I nodded.  A few days later I woke up, after responding to the doctors commands given by Joe.  His was the only voice I would respond to.  Even after I intially became responsive, I would not respond to the doctor or the nurse, only to Joe.  Today, I am doing great, have gotten the help I needed, and am married to this wonderful man.  The doctors that treated me, consider it a miracle, and they told me about all of this after I woke up.  They said it was our love for each other that pulled me through, if Joe wouldn't have been there, to this day they think I would have died, because I would never have responded to anyone else.  I want this story to encourage others to see the power of love, and to let them know that no matter what the circumstances, it's never too late.  Take it from someone who has been there.