I Was In A Coma. My Sister Tried To Take Control Of My Medical Decisions

had feared more than walking in.

Not because I didn’t remember.

Because I remembered too much.

I remembered surfacing under sedation to voices that treated my body like an obstacle. Vanessa on the phone, saying, “If Reyes gets in, we lose control.” Mom crying softly, not because I might die, but because Vanessa was upset. Dad whispering my name when no continue reading …