I'm not exactly sure where to begin. I am Sarah Cook, the author- if you will. I've never been a blogger, kept a journal or diary, even writing papers for school (as I'm sure my parents would agree) was like pulling teeth... my silly excuses are ADD and dyslexia... my words may run on, my thoughts may be out of order, I may be distracted in the middle of writing and come back at a random thought! As far as "Matthew's Story," I believe that there is so much more to who he is than what I will add in this preface... as I write you will learn more about who my amazing husband is. I will let you know ahead of time though that he is a plumber. Anyways, my intentions are good and light hearted, so bare with me as I attempt to write my thoughts, update you on how Matthew is doing and his process throughout this "long, slow recovery"... as the doctors put it. Today is Day 11, but I will give you a bit of a back story to catch you up on things. On July 20th, Matthew was installing a water heater(see why I told you he was a plumber), he was finishing it up and tightening some important part with channel locks, they slipped and popped back with all his force and hit him straight in the right eye. (For people like me who are trying to imagine what something called "channel locks" might look like, they are similar to pliers and not something you ever want flying towards your face.) I will never forget our first conversation over the phone after this happened... "Babe," he said in what I could tell was panic, fear and tears, "I think I popped my eye ball!" Now y'all...my husband, unlike me, does NOT exaggerate when he is hurt... if anything he plays things down. When I heard his words, my own fear jumped because I knew it was really bad right then and there while I was simply totting two 9 yr old girls from summer soccer practice to a friend's house probably listening to some over-played upbeat pop song. That day our world turned upside down.