I Am Joseph Morgan (Part 2)
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Dr. Stevens sat on the corner of my bed,"Yes Mr. Morgan, you have been in a coma for three years. We're not sure if it was the accident or the surgery removing the tumor that caused the coma to last this long. Your parents told me facts of how you've always been an aggressive child growing up, and of how it got worse the older you became. Through research we believe that the tumor caused those behavior problems for you. We didn't know when you first had the accident because there was swelling around your brain. When the swelling went down, we found that tumor after giving you a cat scan. Your parents didn't want to decide, so your wife made the final decision . It's a good thing she did or your aggression would have worsened, possibly it would have made you go mad."
I couldn't believe my ears, "I have a wife?"
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