Accidents Support Group

I have no idea where to even start at with this.



On January 28th my husband was admitted to the hospital for complications of diabetes.

On February 4th he had a triple bypass. He was doing great. Walking with the aid of a walker, but none the less he was walking great on his own by the beginning of March. He was even beiginning to cook dinner for us again. I must add he is a fantastic cook and I had been missing his recipes.



On March 11th, my grandmother passed away. We made a trip to Albany Oklahoma for her funeral. He being the stubborn man that his, insisted on the 2 hour drive there and back home. Not to mention all the standing he did.

Well he started regressing and started having problems walking again. Each day was becoming more painful than the last.



On May 20 my dad has my step mom call me and tell me he is in the hospital and would I come to Durant. I am rushing around trying to make plans to get there asap. My dad tells to wait and come on the 22nd after I get my son home from school so that he have a 4 day weekend.

I call my Dad on the 21st and talk to him. He tells me has one more test for the 22nd and will be home by 12 or 1 o'clock. I look at the clock and it is 8:38pm. iItell him to get some sleep and I will see him about 8 the next night. For the the very 1st time in the 23 years my dad had been in life I said "I Love You Dad". That is the 1st and last time he ever heard those 4 words cross my lips. The next morning at 8:57 my Uncle calls to tell me that my Dad passed away.

My Dad was buried next to my grandparents on the 24th.



The plan was for my son and I to leave Albany before the sun went down so i would be on the main highway before dark. I called home to ask my husband if we could spend just one more night and be with my step mom.



About 1pm on May 25th my son as riding a Polaris 6 wheeeler on 200 acres of land. It is a small town in the middle of no where. He shown his boundries. At 15 and well supervised at home, I thought he would be safe and I let my son just have fun and enjoy himself.

A SUV came out of no where and hit him doing 60mph or better. He was thrown into the SUV and somehow landed a good 30 ft from where the Polaris turned over at.

Thank the good Lord that this happened in front of 1st responders house who happened to be off that Sunday morning. He was the 1st on the scene. As soon as he saw my son he ordered Care Flight out of Sherman Texas to take him to the nearest trauma center which was Parkland Memorial. Then he called the Durant and Calera FD. Care Flight was the 1st ones to arrive.

With this man my son would have died right there. I owe my life to this man.

It has been a long 2 weeks for us. Everything is just setting in. The "what if's" are popping into my head.

IF I had left for home on the 24th, my son would be home driving me nuts.

IF I had left at 10 the 25th.

IF I had been watching him closer.



As far as my son's condition? It is day to day. He is listed as serious but expected to make a full recovery. It will be a long hard road for him. Every bone from his shouders down is broke, cracked, fractured or, crushed or shattered. His left leg was totally shattered and not a piece of bone saved. But he does have his leg. The right one is broke in 3 places. Both arms broken.

One lung collapsed and he had to undergo aggressive therapy when his oxygen level fell to 70. the other started filling with fluid. His heart rate has stayed between 119 and 125.

When tries to recall what happened he passes out after a certian point.



I keep asking myself why this man was driving 60+mph in a 35mph zone? Why? Only an idiot would drive that fast on narrow country road they do not know.


He is only 15 and his dreams of a Military career are over. He will not be able to play tennis for his high school ever again.

The docs said that the one other thing he had on his side is that he was active with tennis, ROTC, ROTC Rifle Team, Orienteering Team and with Boy Scouts and all the hiking, canoeing and camping they do.

How do you tell him his dream is shattered? He has just realized that both legs were badly affected. For now I side step step it by telling him that he still has his rifle, cage and name on the board. I do not want to lie to him, but at the same time I do not want him to give up on his life.
Posted on 06/06/08, 11:06 pm