My Husband Was In A Coma For Six Years—Then I Noticed Something Was Changing

tone, and the night was silent.

I watched the window.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. The bed was visible from my angle—the mechanical bed with its rails and its white sheet, Mark’s shape beneath it, motionless as always.

Then Mark moved.

Not the way a coma patient might twitch—not a reflex, not a spasm, not the involuntary jerk of a body operating continue reading …