Happy Ending (or is it "Happy Beginning"?

I had my "incident" May 2, 2009. I believe that we who are the survivors of the SCA and have no memory of it are the fortunate ones: the family and friends who wait for us to get better are really the heros of saga. I also remember nothing of the 2+ weeks before or the 2 weeks after the incident and have had other swiss cheesy memory loss. Still have occasional lapses.
I was hosting two exchange students at the time: Two boys-Sweden and South Korea. (Hi Carl and Hanjoon!!)
Carl's mom, Penny, was visiting us when the SCA occurred. I was told I just slumped to the floor with no warning. I was not given "real" CPR at that time. They just patted my face and "thumped" on my chest each time I stopped breathing. The police are first responders in our town. They began CPR about 4-6 minutes after the 911 call came in. The EMTs arrived about 4-10 minutes after the police officers.
I was in the hospital for a total of 2 weeks: in a coma for 7 days then remained in the hospital for 7 more days. I received my ICD 2 days before I was released from the hospital.
My family were first told I had suffered cardiac arrest, was not responding and they should begin planning my funeral. I was "posturing" and not responding to stimulus, etc. Next, they were told I would "probably" live but would "probably" be in a vegetative state. Later still, that I would have to be in care home. Then finally, I would "probably" be able to go home, but would need around the clock caregivers. I cannot imagine the pain and confusion my dear ones must have gone through during these two weeks!
The happy ending (or is it beginning?) to my story is that I went back to work (in an office) 4 weeks after the incident. I started at 4 hours a day and have worked up to 8 hours a day. I know my situation is not necessarily the "norm", but I hope it can serve as a good example. (Might be the first time EVER I get to be a "good" example lol). I live alone now and am doing fine.
The only limitation I have is that I cannot drive a car until the end of January 2010. Seems like FOREVER!! But, I suppose it's a small price to pay for beating the odds and surviving a SCA.
I am grateful to all the medical personnel who did the correct things to bring me back from dead, for my family and friends and especially for all the prayers which I feel helped me survive. I know that things will be brighter. I know our strength is strong as we need it to be. I know Faith and Hope are rewarded.
I see my family and friends as heros! As a survivor I truly appreciate those who love, care and continue to pray for me.