I found him at a garage sale. A gangly, sad looking plant. He was about three feet tall, and was a two leaf wonder.
No matter how many new leaves he grew, he only had enough life to sustain two leaves. As soon as a new leaf started growing, the oldest leaf would die.
Then, one morning, about two inches in the middle of the plant became mushy. Some have suggested that he might have snuck too close to the heater, attempting to end his sad existence. <grin>
I was so sad to see the destruction of my plant. I really liked him. So, I cut off the top of the plant and stuck it in water. I also cut off the mushy part, and threw it away. I left the stalk in the pot, hoping it would think about growing a new leaf.
About two weeks into this new situation, my husband came home and saw the stalk standing alone in a big pot. In his witty humor, he dubbed my plant ‘Stubby’. I felt so sorry for the poor stalk, I pulled him up and stuck him in the water too.
Six months later, my husband started wondering when I was going to do something about the cup of plants still sitting in my sink. Stubby had turned into two stalks with luscious, huge leaves on them.
I replanted him, and instead of a three foot, two-leaf wonder, I had an 18 inch 8 leaf plant that was beautiful.
In order to bring the dead back to life, you have to admit the thing is dead, cut out the infection, then give it a chance to grow new roots. Eventually, with love and care, patience and good food, it will grow again.