I’ve made mention that our family had a rough end to 2015 and after much thought I decided today was the day to share with you our own personal MIRACLE.
I’m sure you’ve heard me mention in other posts that hubby and I have one biological son and we also took in one of my son’s friends after his mother had passed several years ago.
Well on November 11, 2015 at 6:00 pm I received a call from my brother that our youngest had been in a truck accident in front of his brother in law’s house. He told me the authorities had been called and I wasn’t to go to the scene because things were pretty gruesome.
Our oldest in on the fire department and happened to get the call so he was one of the first on the scene to find his brother unresponsive in the back seat of the truck covered in motor oil and blood.
It took the Jaws of Life to get him out of the truck and a chopper was on its way to fly him to the hospital. There was some holdup with the chopper so my oldest made the decision to have him transported by ambulance in an attempt to get him help as quickly as possible.
I phoned my hubby who was on his way to Kentucky for a hunting trip to let him know what had happened. There’s no phone service at the hunting lodge so he told me he’d turn back and be home in about 10 hours. I told him to hold up in a hotel until I had more information. I so hated for him to miss his trip. He works hard and seldom gets a chance to do something he enjoys. So he sat tight and waited for my calls.
I was in no condition to drive so I had a friend get me to the hospital and my oldest the firefighter was already with him. Finally a doctor came out and said I could go in to see him. He had a head injury, was very bloody, and crudely bandaged. I knew they were fighting to keep him alive at this point. At midnight the tests and surgery started. He had a large gash on one arm, and severe shear brain damage. Somehow he escaped any internal injuries or broken bones.
We were told if he made it through the night we could expect him to be in a coma for months. He was placed on a ventilator and at this point I called my hubby and told him to resume on with his trip. There was nothing he could do and it looked like it was going to be a long haul from here on out.
Miracle number 1: He made it through the night, and somehow most of the brain swelling was gone. Yet tests were showing the brain activity wasn’t good. So we prayed more than you can know and had every church and family member from one coast to the next in prayer.
Miracle number 2: After just a few days in a coma, he woke up. Granted things weren’t right yet but his brain activity was getting better every day, he was moving, and follows commands like wiggle your toes and squeeze my hand. A trach and feeding tube procedure was performed, which he didn’t like and kept trying to pull out but we felt like things were moving forward.
This is the point where the doctor tells you all the lasting effects form a shear brain injury. His brain was damaged in the frontal lobe portion, which could result in personality changes, possible violent outbreaks, and no filter when it comes to what he says. We listened and prepared ourselves.
Miracle number 3: Within two weeks he was up walking, talking, eating, and we weren’t seeing any of the personality changes that could have occurred. He did need several hours a day of sleep so his brain could rest. Just a small walk with the therapist to the hall was an exhausting task. And two weeks of being in a bed and eating from a feeding tube he had lost 40 pounds which much of was muscle.
Next step he was moved into Mary Free Bed for long term in house therapy. After just a few short weeks they couldn’t believe the remarkable recovery he was making and decided to have him sent to another living facility for therapy that is more like a home environment and only concentrates on brain injuries.
At this point we are noticing his fine motor skills aren’t quite up to par yet and he still needs a lot of sleep but nothing else has seemed to change in him. After 3 days he was released to go home with continued daily therapy, which I take him too.
It looks like the therapy will last the rest of this month and he will be released to go back to work and resume his normal life.
Miracle number 4: Neither Doctors nor therapists can give us any answers as to why he ever made it through that first night and why he was spared any effects from the brain damage. All they can say is it’s a MIRACLE and God has a purpose for that boy here on earth still.
You don’t know how many nights I stayed awake thinking of how this could have turned out, but by the GRACE OF GOD he was spared and is whole.
Thanks for listening today and make sure you tell the ones you love how much you love them today, because it can all be gone with one stupid move. And by stupid I mean he was totally at fault in the accident by driving to fast and he knows it. Thankfully no other cars were involved. I guess sometimes it takes something major for a kid to grow up and be responsible. Tough lesson learned here, that’s for sure.