It was a sunny day in May and I was out for a walk with my husband. We were enjoying the weather and chatting when suddenly, I stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t remember my own name. I turned to my husband in confusion and asked him to tell me who I was. He looked at me with a mix of pity and terror and said my name. But it sounded wrong, like it didn’t belong to me. I shook my head and kept repeating his name over and over in my head, trying to make it fit. But it didn’t feel right.
I was starting to feel panicky so I sat down on the bench. My husband sat down next to me and put his arm around me. He asked me if I knew where we were. I looked around and recognized the park we were in. I live close by and come here often. But I still couldn’t remember my own name.
My husband asked me if I knew what day it was. I shook my head. I had no idea. He told me it was Wednesday. I asked him what year it was and he said 2018. I sat there for a minute, trying to process what was happening. I couldn’t remember anything about myself. Not my name, not my birthday, not where I lived. Nothing.
My husband was trying to calm me down, but I could tell he was freaked out too. He asked me if I knew who he was. I looked at him and I knew he was my husband. But I couldn’t remember his name. I asked him to tell me and he said it was John. But again, it didn’t sound right.
I started to cry and John held me tight. He said it was going to be okay and that we would figure this out. He asked me if I knew what my favorite color was and I said blue. He asked me what my favorite food was and I said sushi. He asked me if I knew how we met and I said no. I had no memories of my life at all.
John told me that he would take me to the hospital and I nodded. I was scared and didn’t know what was happening, but I trust John. He’s always been there for me.
We got in the car and John drove to the hospital. I sat in the passenger seat, clutching his hand and trying not to cry. I was feeling so lost and alone.
At the hospital, they did a lot of tests. They asked me questions and had me do memory exercises. But nothing worked. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
The doctors said that it was possible that I had suffered some sort of brain injury that caused my memory loss. But they couldn’t be sure without more tests. They wanted to keep me overnight for observation.
John stayed with me that night. He slept in the chair next to my bed and held my hand. I was so grateful to have him.
The next day, the doctors did more tests. But still, they couldn’t figure out what was wrong. They wanted to keep me for another night.
John stayed with me again and I clung to him. I was so scared and didn’t know what was going to happen.
The following day, the doctors said they wanted to do one more test. But I was getting tired of all the tests. I just wanted to go home.
John told me he would stay with me, no matter what. I was so grateful for his support.
The doctors did the final test and then they had to tell me the results. They said that I had suffered a serious blow to the head and that it had caused me to forget my own name. They said that my memory might never come back.
I was devastated. I didn’t know what to do. John was there for me though. He said he would help me through this.
And he has. John has been by my side every step of the way. He’s helped me relearn everything about myself. He’s been patient and understanding. I’m so lucky to have him.
Without John, I don’t know what would have happened to me. I’m grateful every day for his love and support.