14 years ago, my daughter and I waited for her dad to return home from work and join us on a bike ride. Instead, a police officer rang our doorbell to inform us that my husband’s vehicle had been T-boned by a drunk driver. Paramedics completed fatality paperwork on scene—just in case. Emergency personnel used the Jaws of Life to extricate him from the wreckage. And he flew in a helicopter to a Level 1 trauma hospital where the head of OR performed surgery. My husband sustained a ruptured spleen, cracked ribs, a displaced clavicle, crushed hip, collapsed lung, lacerations, contusions and a diffuse TBI. He spent 59 days in the hospital—which included a medicated coma for 17 days and five weeks of inpatient therapy to relearn how to feed himself and to write and walk—followed by two months of outpatient therapy. Six months post-accident, he returned to work full time. But our lives were forever changed. Make the right choice: Don’t drink and drive.
Photo courtesy of Chandler Police Department.
Feb 02, 2019 @ 17:50:12
I would like to meet your husband sometime, Chrissy, and get to know him. Wow! This is an amazing story of determination and recovery. I’m holed up in the southern Montana and central Wyoming boonies again now, living and wintering where the roudy boys used to roam the west doing crazy stuff like that drunk driver, only on horseback. Not me, of course. I don’t touch the stuff. Tell him hello from an old classmate of yours.
Jimmy