- Posted January 14, 2011 by
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Recovering from injury with family
I would like to thank...
When I was 12 I became temporarily paralyzed after routine back surgery. When I was 22 I had surgery to repair my enlarged aorta. When I was 25 I had one of the valves in my heart repaired. One month ago it was discovered that I have a type B aortic dissection, fancy for a tear in my descending aorta. By no means do I bring these things up for any sort of sympathy, but to share the times when I have seen, most personally, how the love, support, and most importantly prayers of my family and friends has helped heal me.
The most recent example was on December 2, 2010 I went to an urgent care clinic because I was sick. The doctor recommended that I get a CT scan to check things out and that is when the trouble started. They found nothing that related to my illness but what they did find was the tear in my lower aorta. Immediately that doctor sent me to the emergency room. As usual my mother was by my side in no time. While the doctors and nurses rushed to hook up IVs and gather my immense medical records my mother started her phone calls. My dad, grandparents, and siblings were phoned to keep them informed about what was happening.
As the afternoon progressed I was moved from one hospital to the next and continued to be medicated and watched over closely by the nurses and doctors all the while the phone chain continued to my extended family and friends. But then something happened that none of the doctors were expecting. I started to slip away. At first I was just saying silly things that I wasn't aware of, talking to people that I don't recall talking to and then I was non-reponsive. My parents sat at my bedside unsure of what was happening and when I would wake up.
They did the one thing they knew would work, they prayed. They also used one of the best methods of getting a message out: Facebook. The support chain grew and grew and grew. Slowly I started to come to. When I "awoke" I wasn't sure when it was and I was still not making too much sense, but I knew where I was and who was with me, my mom and dad and my cousin and my aunts and my friends. And day by day I got stronger both mind and body. My mom filled me in on the things that I missed while I was "away." As I got stronger I found the facebook posts from family and friends and continued to get phone calls from siblings and friends letting me know they were thinking about me and praying for me.
Sometimes you don't focus on it while you are in the midst of your own trauma, but it is overwhelming when you think about all the people all over the world who care about you. When it was brought to my attention that there were people from all over the country and even in different countries who were praying for me I could feel nothing but humbled and extremely grateful. And that brings me to why I am writing this. I want to, in some small way, thank all of these people who prayed for me and kept me in their thoughts. These are the people who brought me through the difficult times in my life because "the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well" (James 5:15). I am recovering amazingly well with increased heart function and no need for surgery anytime soon. I will be going back to work in a month and in conclusion this is how I know that a strong support system helps you recover.
To U.S. Rep. Giffords and her family, I am praying for you and I know that you will make it through this difficult time. And to my family and friends I will never be able to thank you enough for what you have done for me and continue to do with your thoughts and prayers. So I do what I can and I do the same for all of you; I keep you in mine.