They said Al's personality would change and he would likely become nasty, demanding, selfish and cruel. They said that the relationship would wither and that I would seek companionship elsewhere. In truth, for me, as Al's caregiver, I am first his girlfriend and best friend, then I'm the caregiver, taskmaster, organizer and therapist. We love deeply and share feelings just like we did before. We laugh all the time.
Life is a joke.
I don't know how much more progress Al will make. I don't now if he'll ever walk again. I don't know if he'll ever work again. I only know that day by day, we carry on. I am glad he survived.