Those early days were filled with mourning for the things I would most assuredly lose. My imagination had me rendered immobile, speechless, and blind; a breathing statue in constant, invisible pain. I could find no meaning in a life like that. My loved ones would spend their precious time caring for me while I offered nothing in return; my children would sacrifice their own pursuits for my sake. I'd be nothing more than a burden.But in a moment of clarity several weeks later, I snapped out of it.