It's 6 months of living my new way of life. On one side I'm doing very well and so thankful to be able to, and on the other I'm mad as HELL!!! It's little things...not being able to hold my niece's baby...unable to open jars...taking forever to blow dry my hair...pretending I can do everything...I think that's the biggest...PRETENDING! It's so exhausting. I guess I'm still in denial and I don't think I'll ever be able to accept this. There's also the constant, tiny voice saying...will it happen again? No one knows why it happened so no one can say it won't happen again.