Don’s family and friends are in ICU–he is an incredibly loved man with a talent for making and keeping very good friends. Everyone calls him their best friend.
Prognosis is anyone’s guess. The neurologist says it’s a waiting game. There is clearly some brain damage throughout the brain, but Don is young with a very high baseline, so no one can predict what that means in terms of recovery. He made some gains: and I’m praying for another good day with more improvements.
On my way to the hospital.
So aware of how stupid it is to be afraid to let people know what they mean to me. That letting go of fear workshop didn’t really mention that if fear lets go, what’s left is love.
Don Foley is the most honest person I know. And I love him a lot.