Two years ago it was a very foggy night. K was driving his 69 Baja Bug down Clow Corner Road and a Suburban ran the stop sign at Riddle Road. Not only did she run the stop sign, but she drove right over the hood of his car. It was too foggy to be life-flighted, so he was transported to Salem Hospital by ambulance, where they stabilized him and then transported him to OHSU. When I was finally able to go back to see him, I expected my son to hear my voice and wake up and say oh Mom, I am so glad you are here but that didnt happen. Instead I sat there watching the nurse stitch up his face. What a crazy thing to sit and watch her sew up his face and me sitting there watching. None of this is normal, no one should ever have to watch this. I remember the room all too well. There was one chair, and it wasnt the recliner kind. I felt that they really didnt want me in there, and honestly it was freaky to be in there. After all, at this time Kenn was unable to breath on his own. He had all kinds of machines hooked up to him. The lights on all those machines were intimidating for this momma bear. The only one I paid any attention to was the ICP (intracranial pressure). I was afraid. I was afraid to touch him. The whole time I just stared at that number. They warned me it couldnt go above ____ (I dont remember, but by golly, I was afraid, so I didnt say much) I remember telling him (while in his coma) that I could not find his phone. His ICP started to rise. Then I said, its okay, we have insurance. We can get you another phone. His ICP started to decline. The nurse looked at me and said Honey, he heard you. All I could think was please wake up, please..... please wake up!!! My girlfriend Tabitha was there, and she knew the seriousness of Kenns condition. I, on the other hand, refused to allow myself to believe anything different than 100% recovery. I promised God I would make amends with all my enemies. I promised to be a better person. Just please have K wake up. Comas are not like in the movies where they wake up and say Im hungry. Actually it isnt anything like that. There are stages to Comas/TBI. They handed me a sheet and said this is what to expect. (what? huh? again... what?) so unreal! I went to visit K one evening after he had his facial fractures reconstructed. They had shaved his head, so they could peal his face down and reconstruct his face. (I know crazy, right?) Then they stapled it all back together, but there was K laying in his bed. I was so scared, I had nothing to compare this experience with and it was horrifying. I held out the bible and Kenn reached for it. He appeared to be trying to open it, so I started reading it out loud to him. Meanwhile his father was on the other side of the bed holding Ks hand. Cliff was talking to him and K started squeezing Cliffs hand. At that point I didnt know he was blind. I knew that he lost an eye in the accident. Did you know that the human body can attack your eye, if you do not remove an dead eye within 14 days. The goal was to save his good eye. I wanted to save Ks vision. I cant remember when they informed me he was blind. My God, how can this be? Kenn has always been such a sensitive boy, how are we going to tell him what has happened? I didnt allow anyone other than me, his father, our pastor, and my sister to go in to visit him. I didnt want anyone to know he was blind, because I wanted Kenn to know he was blind before everyone else knew. I was trying to protect him. So in response to your comment Terry! It was an auto accident, and someone ran a stop sign at the very moment that K was going through the intersection. Of no fault of his own.... life changing stuff! note: This is the same intersection that I drive to and from work every day. So if you see me sitting at that intersection and you think I am taking too long...... there is a reason. I know all-too-well what can happen in the blink of an eye. (PRAY 4K)
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 08:43:23 +0000
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