So much has happened with the last 4 months. I was thinking things were finally letting up and not so heavy around mid February. My mom was and is still struggling with her health. Some days I wish I didn't care. I wish that I could just let her suffer and be alone without my help. But I am constantly reminded that it isn't the right thing to do. No matter how much abuse I've suffered from her, I can't just sit back and watch her suffer. Her memory is disappearing fast and its becoming harder to be around her for lengthy periods of time, Nonetheless, she is still fighting to stay alive.
So, just when I think I have my sanity back again my daughter, Alyssa, starts having really bad neck issues. So severe she can't sleep, can't move and its just affecting everything she does. So we began trying to figure this thing out. Started with visits to a naturopathic doctor to see if we could figure out whats going on. Physical therapy seemed to be helping for the brief time we were there. Then she'd go right back into severe pain. So now I'm dealing with my mom and dealing with a daughter whose struggling just to move some days because she is in so much pain.
February 22 I am woken up by a friend who tells me police are outside of my door. It was around 10pm and I was already sleeping. Thankfully she had access to my home and could come in and wake me up. My phone goes on do not disturb at 9pm so I had no idea someone was trying to get a hold of me. It only comes through for family but my phone was also on vibrate. They had been trying to reach me for an hour. Phone calls, text messages and now finally at my door. I go out to find a couple of my neighbors and two police officers waiting for me.
They tell me there's been a motorcycle accident involving my son. They go on and on and finally tell me he is going to be okay but is in critical condition in the trauma unit. Standing there listening to the whole story was like standing in line at Walmart! Waiting and waiting and waiting in line to checkout. So now my life just got even more complicated. I didn't know what to think how to act or what to even do at that point. Of course I gathered myself and insisted that I'd drive to the hospital immediately. But sweet neighbors would not let me drive and its a good thing they didn't. I was trembling and shaking the whole time and couldn't think straight. They all came with me including my sweet daughter. I had no idea what to expect as I walked in to the trauma unit. There he was laying there, blood everywhere (contained on the stretcher). All wrapped up ready to go into emergency surgery. Arynn had broken three of his extremities; both forearms, both wrist, completely shattered his left hand and his tibia popped out of his left leg. Oh my goodness, my child, my baby laying there broken but still alive! He is a religious helmet wearer so no other parts to his body was fractured other than having road rash. I could do nothing but praise God for keeping him alive and that everything was still attached, somewhat. Arynn would undergo three major surgeries to reconnect his left hand, place plates and screws in his arms and a metal rod in his leg. This was all within the first 24hrs of the accident.
Boy, boy, boy had my life just become increasingly overwhelming. Juggling my Mom and Alyssa full time was proving to already be a draining and very heavy task. But now to mix it up a little bit my son is completely incapacitated. I felt so terrible for him to have to go through this. My whole world stopped. There was a point where everyone wanted to just check out. Things were so crazy, I mentally wanted to check out. I just wanted to go home and sleep for a week. But there was no way I could leave. I had to be there. I had to stay strong for him. I had to make sure he was getting the best care. Life went down a whole new pathway of chaotic crazy!
To be Continued. . .