"Well, the lights were bright" I explained to my dad as he sat next to my hospital bed, gripping my hand tightly. "Everything was happening so fast, I lost control...the brakes wouldn't work, and my hands were shaking too much to keep them on the wheel" I continued to say, and my dad started to cry. It was odd to me, seeing my father cry...it rarely happened, but when he cried you know something terrible had happened.
I was in a car accident, but I didn't know that until I had come back to consciousness from the anesthetic my doctor gave me to ease the pain. I was trying to figure out what all had happened to me, my mom was a complete wreck and my dad was getting there so I couldn't very easily ask them.
"Were the other people hurt too? I couldn't live with myself if someone died" I said as I tried to remember everything about the crash. My mom began to sob again and my dad remained silent, never loosening his grip on my hand.
"I don't know, Micheal. Nobody has said anything...just lay back for a couple of minutes, the doctor is going to be here soon to talk to you" my dad said through tears and grit teeth.
I put my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes, still trying to remember everything. I tried to remember the car I hit, what I tried to do to prevent the crash, I even thought about the people inside...were there children? I almost couldn't bare the thought of hurting a child, it made me sick to my stomach to think about it.
I think a full ten minutes had passed by when the door came open and my doctor stepped inside with a "bad news" face, my stomach tied itself in a knot and I felt a tear start to form in the corner of my eye.
"Mister and Misses Wells, may I speak with you outside in the hallway for a moment?" he said as he looked at his chart and shook his head. My mom and dad followed him out there for about seven minutes.
Half way through that seven minutes, I heard my mom burst into tears and my dad was trying to comfort her by saying "Debrah, I know this is a very difficult time...but if we have faith, everything will be okay."
I was scared by now. First, Dr. Bower takes them out in the hallway, then my mom cries and dad tells her that faith will pull us through...my dad wasn't even religious, so for him to say something like that meant that I must be dying or something.
My dad walked in with his left arm around my mom's shoulder, he walked her over to a seat then sat down where he originally was. He looked at me and grabbed my hand again, he put his other hand on my leg...but to my surprise, I couldn't feel it. Come to think of it, I couldn't feel my legs...THAT WAS IT! I had lost my legs, I was going to be paralyzed.
I was hoping I was just being paranoid, and my dad would tell me that something was wrong but it would be much minor than this. But unfortunately, his next words were exactly as I had feared...he told me that Dr. Bower said a piece of the door nailed me in a bad place on my spine and they don't think I'll recover.
How was I going to handle this? I put my head back on my pillow again and started to cry. The only thing I had left to do was figure out how to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. It was going to be hard, emotionally and psychically...but it was probably going to be my only option, unless the doctor also said that my hands were broke and I'd never be able to work a wheel.
This was the beginning of the hardest struggle of my life.
I was in a car accident, but I didn't know that until I had come back to consciousness from the anesthetic my doctor gave me to ease the pain. I was trying to figure out what all had happened to me, my mom was a complete wreck and my dad was getting there so I couldn't very easily ask them.
"Were the other people hurt too? I couldn't live with myself if someone died" I said as I tried to remember everything about the crash. My mom began to sob again and my dad remained silent, never loosening his grip on my hand.
"I don't know, Micheal. Nobody has said anything...just lay back for a couple of minutes, the doctor is going to be here soon to talk to you" my dad said through tears and grit teeth.
I put my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes, still trying to remember everything. I tried to remember the car I hit, what I tried to do to prevent the crash, I even thought about the people inside...were there children? I almost couldn't bare the thought of hurting a child, it made me sick to my stomach to think about it.
I think a full ten minutes had passed by when the door came open and my doctor stepped inside with a "bad news" face, my stomach tied itself in a knot and I felt a tear start to form in the corner of my eye.
"Mister and Misses Wells, may I speak with you outside in the hallway for a moment?" he said as he looked at his chart and shook his head. My mom and dad followed him out there for about seven minutes.
Half way through that seven minutes, I heard my mom burst into tears and my dad was trying to comfort her by saying "Debrah, I know this is a very difficult time...but if we have faith, everything will be okay."
I was scared by now. First, Dr. Bower takes them out in the hallway, then my mom cries and dad tells her that faith will pull us through...my dad wasn't even religious, so for him to say something like that meant that I must be dying or something.
My dad walked in with his left arm around my mom's shoulder, he walked her over to a seat then sat down where he originally was. He looked at me and grabbed my hand again, he put his other hand on my leg...but to my surprise, I couldn't feel it. Come to think of it, I couldn't feel my legs...THAT WAS IT! I had lost my legs, I was going to be paralyzed.
I was hoping I was just being paranoid, and my dad would tell me that something was wrong but it would be much minor than this. But unfortunately, his next words were exactly as I had feared...he told me that Dr. Bower said a piece of the door nailed me in a bad place on my spine and they don't think I'll recover.
How was I going to handle this? I put my head back on my pillow again and started to cry. The only thing I had left to do was figure out how to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. It was going to be hard, emotionally and psychically...but it was probably going to be my only option, unless the doctor also said that my hands were broke and I'd never be able to work a wheel.
This was the beginning of the hardest struggle of my life.
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