Do not tell me that i cant live!

byBrandyFriend

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Updated 9 years ago

DO NOT TELL ME THAT I CAN`T LIVE!!!!

HEADLINES..... 9 year old girl dies as she arrives at the hospital after being hit by a 16 year old driver as she was crossing Main street after leaving the swimming pool with friends.
I remember that day like it was yesterday ...... triple digit heat, middle of July, and the melting hot tar and gravel melting deeply into my back and shoulders as I lay in the middle of Main Street in Taylor Tx. in 1981. People screaming, my best friends crying, people from the houses near by who were watering their lawns when they heard the impact and looked up and seen the body of a little girl on that was hit by a drunk teenager reach the height of the telephone pole and then land directly on her head. With my right leg over my left shoulder and people all around me I could her Virginia (my moms friend) screaming that she would run and call for an ambulance as there were no cell phones in those days to just pull out and call 911. In fact, there was no 911 either, you had to call the police who in return called the ambulance. We relied on God back then to hold things together until help could arrive. And hold things together He did!! As I laid there for almost 50 minutes on the hot pavement waiting for an ambulance (that was only just right up the street) I had been bleeding internally. My liver was busted open in 3 places, my spleen was ruptured, I had several lacerations inside and outside and to top it off....one of my lungs had collapsed. I then had to ride for an hour to get to Scott and White Hospital in Tyler Tx. where my other lung collapsed as we were pulling in. I wasn`t breathing, I had been bleeding internally for 2 hours which they suspected but had no way of knowing until x-rays and test could be done to see where and how badly. I remember laying on that table looking up at the big bright light that they use in the operating rooms and hearing them saying SHE`S NOT BREATHING! I heard the doctor say...she`s just a little girl!! Get an I.V. started now...but they couldn`t find a vein, I had bled so long I had no veins, no blood, but he woldn`t give up. I remember him looking in my eyes that were still partially opened and saying ....not today...please God not this one! He picked up my arm sliced it open, found a vein, started the I.V. while the others were working on getting breathing tubes down my throat to get me breathing again. I remember laying there thinking...do they know I can hear them? Why can`t I speak, move my eyes, blink, squint, something, ANYTHING AT ALL?? Then I fell asleep again not knowing if I would ever wake up again. I didn`t know if I would ever hold my mom again, smell her perfume, laugh with her, see her beautiful smile again, or wipe her tears for her when she cried. Who would defend her? Who would take care of her when he got drunk and choked her, hurt her, shot at her? I CANNOT LEAVE HER, I CANNOT LEAVE MY MOTHER ALONE! MY ANIMALS...THEY WILL ALL BE GONE AND IT WILL BE MY FAULT FOR NOT COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
They told my mother that my x-ray on my head had shown that the skull was split right down the middle and that there was swelling on the brain. The told her that I had lost more blood from internal bleeding than in any case ever documented and others who had lost half as much blood and less serious injuries didn`t survive. They had to go into into emergency surgery now to at least try and see what could be done to save what little they would be able to. Meaning, I may never wake up due to the swelling and damage that was inflicted when I fell from the height of a telephone pole and landed on my tiny 9 year old head. Almost 20 hours later they talked again. he told my mother that there was absolutely no way at all that I should have not completely bled out immediately laying on that hot pavement on Main Street. It was over 3 hours from the time of impact until the time I was wheeled into surgery....bleeding from almost every organ that I had in my tiny body. That was miracle #1. They told her that I was not stable and that I may not even make it through the night but if they didn`t go back into the operating now and stop the swelling in my brain now that I would not live at all. She wanted to know if I would live if she said yes? She had to make a decision now....he told her that going into another critical surgery back to back is not good at all and that I wasn`t stabilized from the first operation but there wasn`t time for me stabilize and that without the second surgery now....I would definitely die. Of course my mother just wanted them to do everything they could to save me so she said yes. An hour later the doctor came out looking shocked, confused, like he had seen a ghost!! My mother fell to her knees and just started screaming and crying and picked her up and let her to the x-ray room where side by side were 3 x-rays stuck on the board in light. The first one 21 hours prior showed a ting skull that was cracked into and the brain was swelling through the top. The next two showed a very different picture of the same tiny skull that had miraculously grown back together with no swelling whatsoever, no cracks, no injuries. # Miracle #2.
My stay in the hospital was long as I lay there in a hospital bed with a metal bar going through my leg just under the knee for four months I knew that I was lucky, that I was special, that I was on this earth for a special reason. I came home almost Christmas time in a body cast. I wore that for 3 months and then went to a leg cast and then finally crutches. I was told that track would be out of the question....I won first place in three events that summer.
I continued to help my mother and at age 11 we escaped to Texas where I helped my mother start a new life together with me and my twin brothers. I lost my mom 2 years ago do to a series of aneurysms that was most likely caused by head trauma in those years of alcoholic abuse by my father. I miss her....I miss her everyday so much. I continue to rescue as many animals as I possibly can to keep them out the hands of alcoholic fathers who torture them when their daughters don`t pay the right kind of attention to their daddies.
If you are interested in helping me to continue what I started so long ago ......please, please, message me and let me give you some information that you can help me share with others.
If you have been through similar things and need someone to talk to then please reach out to me because I know what it ALL feels like and I wish I had you when I was going through it. I am strong and I am a survivor.....and so are YOU!!!!!!!!!!