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Journaling says:
On a beautiful sunny day in August, my life would change in an instant. I was outside playing with the rest of the kids at my Great Aunt Mary’s. Mary yelled out of her kitchen window to keep my friend Heather in the backyard. So I went to the back garage door and my other friend Robin went to the porch door. Heather met me at the garage door and that’s when it happened. As she started to open the door, I started to push it close and the force pushed me through the glass. I knew I had hurt myself pretty bad, but wasn’t sure what was happening. I had cut my neck and my arm and went into shock immediately. I started to stagger back to the porch door but collapsed because I was losing too much blood. Time stood still. Mary rushed out and did what she could by applying pressure to my neck as my Great Uncle Hatch called 911. I’m sure it seemed like forever until the ambulance got there, but once it was there I was rushed to the hospital. At the time, mom had a police scanner in her office at work and heard the call go through and she just knew it was me. She met me at the hospital and I remember asking her for a drink of water because I was so thirsty. She told me she would get me one as soon as she could and that is the last thing I remember for a few days. The doctors were able to keep me in stable condition but weren’t able to save my carotid artery and had to clamp off both sides and put staples in my neck. Overnight I started to have seizures and the doctors felt that it would be better if I went to a Children’s Hospital where they could take better care of me. So the following morning the doctors decided it was ok to send me to Riley Children’s Hospital in Indianapolis via ambulance rather than a helicopter. But, on the way there I stopped breathing twice and they had to resuscitate me. When I arrived at Riley’s the doctors said that I had fallen into a deep sleep and put me through all sorts of tests. A few days later I woke up but was unable to talk and was very weak. I don’t have very many memories of being in the hospital and was only there for 8 days. The doctors said that I had had a trauma-induced stroke due to the blood loss from my brain and that I would have limited to no-use of my right hand. I was right handed and would now have to learn to be left handed. It was not easy but I knew that I could do it. So I went into the 5th grade with my bangs partially shaved, from a test that the doctors had to do to monitor my brain waves, and my arm in a sling. I also went to speech, occupational and physical therapy to try to regain anything that I could. I learned a lot during my accident like determination and how to do things my own way. I was 10.
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