I recall sitting in Juliana’s hospital room at RML, back in November of 2009 desperate for answers. She was beyond the most critical moments of survival and in front to the improvements that would become rehabilitation. We didn’t know what was coming next, believed she would improve, but we were completely lost on when the next ‘thing’ would happen. Waiting for her to awaken we wondered what would be missing from the ‘whole Juliana’ that got in the car that early October morning. We were assured that from total slumber back to ‘before’, the path was certain to resemble a winding broken road filled initially with more ‘breaks’ than road. We heard them say there was no way to tell what functionality she would regain so we waited in the near silence of her room for the mystery to unfold, growing more and more impatient for some clues to be revealed. Anything was possible and changes could occur at any time but no one could answer ‘what’ and no one could answer ‘when’. It was like walking through a haunted house that is anything but fun and it has already scared you to death and you just want to know when it’s over. (to read more go to www.forjuliana.org)