my Journey to a new arm
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Since I had a car accident on the M3 motorway a year ago, I've done a lot of fund raising for the Hampshire Air ambulance who attended my accident and got me to hospital. In around 4 months we managed to raise just short of 5k.
People have asked me many times why I don't set up a page in order to help get a private Prosthetic arm.
The truth is I hadn't thought of it as this past year has been mostly set around my recovery and towards the middle to the end of the year around my fund raising. I did go to see an NHS hospital regarding getting an arm. Sadly I've lost even more of my arm this year due to another operation and so the only way forward for me would be to go private. Prosthetics cost a huge amount of money and not something I have nor is it something I expect for free.
So rather than just asking for help by donations I'd like to give something back. Over the next year I'm going to volunteer my spare time doing a variety of different things. I'm also a foster carer so will work this around my normal routine.
I'll be contacting local businesses, schools, care homes and offering my spare time for free. This will be a few days each month. I'll still be continuing with my support and fund raising events for the Hampshire Air Ambulance. I have done a couple of radio interviews already in 2015 as well as good morning Britain to raise awareness of their charity as well as appearing in a few magazines to promote their charity that's so vital to us all and that we can't be without.
I'd love to one day be able to feel more like the old me. Granted I'll never get my arm back but it's the things we take for granted that I miss so much. Putting on clothes without having an empty arm swinging around, writing, because I was right handed I'll now need to learn with my left. Writing was my hobby and I am determined to learn to do it again. A prosthetic arm will not give me back everything that I have lost but I am hoping it will give me back some of the confidence that I have lost and the ability to do things better to help me lead a more normal life. For 34 years I had both my arms and so learning to adjust to one has been a challenge in so many ways.
Below is my story to how this all come about to help you better understand my situation.
I will update my page with information regularly to inform you of the volunteering work that I am doing.
I know this is a go fund me page but I guess what I'm asking for is for people to go fund me so that I can help others and in the long run hopefully reach my own personal goal of a new arm.
I had no idea of the amount to put as my total target as prosthetics cost a huge amount of money, however I'm prepared to keep the page running and my volunteering going for as long as it takes and would like to thank people in advance for taking the time to look at my page and for any donations received
Below my story.
On the 14th of November 2014 I set off on my morning like most other parents do. I got my son who was 7 ready for fancy dress day at school. The theme was 'real life hero's'.
Ethan (my son) has had many operations himself as has medical problems, he decided he wanted to be a surgeon as to him they were his hero's. Never would I have thought my day would hardly start before I too needed a hero.
I'm a Foster carer and have been for a number of years. I got all the children into school/ nursery and set off for a meeting.
Around 9.35am I was driving down the M3 not long leaving the A303.
The weather was bad with heavy rain and strong winds.
I remember thinking I was going to stop at the next services but before I knew it I saw a deep puddle ahead. I remembered at that moment something my Father always said to me 'don't break when hitting a puddle'. It was too late to clearly change lanes without putting other cars at risk too. I was going 60mph on the M3 and police later confirmed it was just a case of Wrong place wrong time.
I'll not forget the moment my car went into that puddle. My heart sank, I just knew from that point I was in trouble. The car started to spin and all I could do was put my right arm on the roof as a way of trying to hold myself in. As time as gone on all my memories to this have returned, sadly, I can't explain to you what goes through your mind as your being thrown around a car. The seatbelt was on but as my car started to roll sideways I had little way of stopping myself being hurt.
My car aquaplaned and soon after the car flipped over, and again and again. I later found out my car turned around 6 times up onto an embankment and back down again.
I remember everything going slowly. It's amazing what goes through your mind in what's actually a very short space of time. I thought about my little boy, the fact he doesn't have a Daddy and now he might lose his Mummy too. I begged the car to stop, then a pain to my head which was so sharp, then blank.
The next thing I remember is waking up, trying to look around but I couldn't move. I could see smashed windows, blood everywhere and what felt like cold air coming from the side of me.
A lady came to my car, she'd stopped and ran to my car to help. She was a training vet called Gemma and began to ask me questions to keep me awake.
I told her I had children, I asked her if I was going to die, again for me it goes blank.
I've spoken to Gemma once out of hospital and she's informed me that I was speaking to her but would then begin to fit. She called 999 and help arrived.
4 Fire engines arrived one which had new cutting equipment in order to get people out faster and started the process of getting me out the car. The air ambulance arrived and worked along side the fire brigade to get me out safely.
I had heavy bleeding on my arm. my arm had smashed through the window and my car had rolled on top of it. I remember looking out the corner of my eye and seeing the state of my jacket torn and ( without going into detail) could see my arm was badly damaged.
The crew on the Air ambulance did am amazing job and without them I wouldn't be here now. I have little memory of being taken to hospital in the Air ambulance, I remember the arm of my jacket being cut but I don't remember too much after that. I was then airlifted to Southampton hospital.
I was at Southampton for 4 days as was too poorly to be transferred to Salisbury hospital, where I needed to be, as Southampton didn't have a plastic team available at the time I was taken in due to them only having a plastic surgeon 4 days out of 7.
I spent 16 days in a coma and was moved to Salisbury on the 4th day. I underwent 38 hours of surgery on my right arm. I got very bad septicaemia and the surgeon spent many times in theatre flushing out my arm and giving me many blood transfusions.
The surgeons put metal poles in and tried to save my arm by rebuilding it but I'd lost so much of it and now an infection started to spread.
My son who's only 7 did not see me for two weeks. We're never apart and so this must have been so difficult for him. My parents were at their home in Bulgaria at the time of my accident so had to fly over to be with my son and see me.. They took it in turns being at the hospital. Doctors had no idea if I'd be brain-damaged or walk again and were told that at that point no one could predict my outcome.
My parents came to the hospital and they said nothing could prepare them for what they would see. I was very swollen and bruised. Cuts to my face and a large metal brace screwed into my skull as I had broken 6 bones in my neck and 4 in my spine. I had lots of swelling to my head.
my son made a recording for me on my Mums phone was he wasn't able to come in. He made it and asked his nan to play it to me everyday, so my Mum did. It said " Hi Mum it's Ethan I'm ok I'm safe. You need to do what the doctors say so you can get better and come home, I love you Mummy".
My Mum played this to me everyday while in the coma. One day that she played it while a nurse and my mum were with me and it was noted by staff that tears came down my face. Who truly knows what he hear while in a coma, I remember my dreams but somehow maybe some of that was reality, who knows.
They asked again if I'd walk again, have damage to my brain but surgeons said it was far too early to tell and their priority at that time was keeping me alive.
Doctors told my parents they were doing all they could but had to take things by day as I was very poorly. The surgeons tried to rebuild what was left of my arm. They took tissue and skin from my stomach, veins from my legs and put a metal pole in replace of the missing bone from elbow to my wrist.
On the 14th day my parents received a call and asked them to come to the hospital. On arrival they met with my plastic surgeon and many other surgeons who had come from different hospitals across the country. They informed them that my septicaemia had spread so badly that if they didn't amputate my arm I'd only have 36 hours left to live. My parents asked if there was any other way as I'm a single working parent who's also right handed, they were told this was the last resort in order to save my life. My parents signed the permission form and walked behind my bed to theatre.
My right arm was amputated above the elbow. They wasn't able to remove all the septicaemia so I'd need to stay for strong antibiotics for the next few months.
Waking up with a large heavy metal brace screwed into my skull I was told of my injuries. I cried and said sorry to my Dad for worrying them. I couldn't move my legs still but the next coming weeks would be the test.
The next day I saw my beautiful son for the first time in two weeks. More importantly he saw his Mum, it was a very emotional moment. He jumped up on the bed and kissed me (see photo). My parents had been honest with him from the start and I feel that was the right thing to do. He coped amazingly and told me " mummy everything will be ok ". He's my rock and without him I'd never of had the strength I did. I could hardly talk due to cuts in my throat but as he held my hand I told him"I'm sorry I love you so much and I promise you I will get through this for you".
The next few weeks were so tough. Learning to walk again and trying to remain positive about my future. I don't think I'll ever fully get over this but I will move on from it for my sons sake. My memory was awful and I didn't know how it had happened and had so many mixed memories due to being in a coma. I wasn't sure what was real and what was in my head.
My first Christmas after my accident although different was also special. My family never imagined I'd be here so we were all grateful. I did the best I could for Ethan and promised next year would be better, but he said it was good the way it was. Deep down for me it was heartbreaking, every moment of my day was set around watching other people taking care of my son, I would get upset and frustrated as I wanted so much to be doing all the 'Mummy' things I always had. I wanted to take him to bed, take him to school, but I couldn't hardly walk and so getting stronger was my only option.
2015 was a road of recovery, but I've already done better than expected so I know I will get through this year too. I had the metal brace on for over 9 weeks and then a body and neck brace on for 6 weeks. After that into a neck brace for a few months. The future with my neck is not certain as yet as its still broken but the only operation available comes with huge risks to me possibly being paralysed for the rest of my life or having a stroke during surgery, as I'm sure you can imagine I'm not signing myself up for that just yet and just hoping so much that something medically becomes available for me in the future.
I like most of us had plans for my future, these plans haven't changed but it may just take me longer to get there and finding new ways to do things in the future. I wanted more than anything to return to work as fostering is in my blood and I am learning to adjust to one arm, I'm starting what I see as a new chapter and it really isn't all bad, it's a challenge and I'm lucky to be here.
The most important thing Is I still have a future and my son still has his Mum.
My family and friends donated to the Air ambulance instead of sending Christmas cards. I know that many peoples donations helped to save my life and for that I'm truly grateful. On Wednesday the 16th of sept 2015 I climbed the O2 arena to raise money for the air ambulance. Myself and my son have done an evening fund raiser with a huge amount of over 50 prizes donated by my local Community businesses and we've done a yard sale etc. The total to date is just short of 5k for the Air Ambulance.
The sad fact is that no one knows what's around the corner for them. I left that morning like I did every morning. Taking my son to school and kissing him goodbye, "I'll see you later" I said, I had no idea that I came so close to never seeing him again.
Ethan, my son, my best friend and rock, you are my reason for living and like the saying goes "I'd give my right arm" for you.
thank you for reading. Below a poem I wrote for my son
My poem to Ethan
Have you ever stopped to think about how your life will one day be?
Can you look into the future, is it all so clear to see?
Do you think of all your hopes and dreams, do you pray their all come true?
do you look at the news at night, and say that won't be you?
I myself had many plans I was always on the go, with fostering for many years and little toes in tow. My life was set around my work, I have passion for what I do, but most of all above all else, it was for the love of you.
Ethan you are my only son, the one that I adore, if I could turn the hand of time, you know I would for sure.
The 14th of November, a normal day it seemed, you dressed as a surgeon, because life Heros was the theme.
A kiss I'm sure I gave you, although my memory to this is vage, I then drove off to work, and headed on my way.
Driving down the M3, the weather was so bad, with heavy rain and strong winds, I slowed my driving down.
Looking for a services as I sensed I needed to stop, then suddenly I saw it, and my heart it felt it stopped.
My car it hit a puddle, and with that it lost control, it aquaplaned so quickly, I had no choice but to let go.
I held onto the roof, tried to hold on the best I can, and then my worst nightmare started, but it had only just began.
I felt it turning over, once and twice and more, my head I couldn't hold back, as it smashed against the door.
Each moment it turned over, I begged for it to stop, time it went so slowly, my heart racing like a clock.
I thought of you dear Ethan and how on earth you'd cope, the pain of knowing you'd be hurt I held harder and gave hope.
Then suddenly a sharp pain, and one I won't forget, as I was knocked unconscious, by a force against my head.
I opened up my eyes, things so quite and so still, no noise from the motorway, could this really all be real?
I tried to move around, but my body it laid still, blood pouring from the side of me, but no pain for me to feel.
No windows were around me, my windscreen is had gone, I feared that I would die alone, I feared my life was done.
Then suddenly I heard a voice to which she said to me "my name is Gemma I am a vet stay awake for me now please".
I told her of the children, and begged to get me out, "I've called for help she said to me" and again I then pass out.
The help it soon arrived, although it's so unclear to me, I remember the cutting of my clothes as paramedics attend the scene.
The rest I struggle to recall but as the days and weeks pass bye, I have a flash of memory that I wish I could just hide.
To follow is a deep sleep, two weeks to be precise,
As I lay in a coma, with my closest at my side.
My little boy who wasn't there as too much for him to see,
But he was given a special role, as it was him who was keeping me.
You kept my heart so safe with you and beating like it should,
You gave me strength I never knew I had, and a reason to pull through.
It must have been so hard for you, as not often do we part,
My little boy, my best friend, my bravest superstar.
The weeks that seemed to pass me bye,
Were the hardest for so many,
Parents watching their daughter lie, with machines and tubes at the ready.
16 days I lay asleep not knowing what lies ahead, 16 nights you went to bed without my kiss onto your head.
I can never give that time back to you, or take away the pain, I know our life has changed so much, but more love for you I've gained.
38 hours of surgery, broken neck and spine and arm, a metal frame screwed into my head and an amputation starts.
The weeks and months that followed, were the hardest of them all, learning of my injuries,
it broke my heart in two.
I'm trying so very hard for you, I hope one day your see, that if I didn't have you as my son, then there would be no me.
A short video
People have asked me many times why I don't set up a page in order to help get a private Prosthetic arm.
The truth is I hadn't thought of it as this past year has been mostly set around my recovery and towards the middle to the end of the year around my fund raising. I did go to see an NHS hospital regarding getting an arm. Sadly I've lost even more of my arm this year due to another operation and so the only way forward for me would be to go private. Prosthetics cost a huge amount of money and not something I have nor is it something I expect for free.
So rather than just asking for help by donations I'd like to give something back. Over the next year I'm going to volunteer my spare time doing a variety of different things. I'm also a foster carer so will work this around my normal routine.
I'll be contacting local businesses, schools, care homes and offering my spare time for free. This will be a few days each month. I'll still be continuing with my support and fund raising events for the Hampshire Air Ambulance. I have done a couple of radio interviews already in 2015 as well as good morning Britain to raise awareness of their charity as well as appearing in a few magazines to promote their charity that's so vital to us all and that we can't be without.
I'd love to one day be able to feel more like the old me. Granted I'll never get my arm back but it's the things we take for granted that I miss so much. Putting on clothes without having an empty arm swinging around, writing, because I was right handed I'll now need to learn with my left. Writing was my hobby and I am determined to learn to do it again. A prosthetic arm will not give me back everything that I have lost but I am hoping it will give me back some of the confidence that I have lost and the ability to do things better to help me lead a more normal life. For 34 years I had both my arms and so learning to adjust to one has been a challenge in so many ways.
Below is my story to how this all come about to help you better understand my situation.
I will update my page with information regularly to inform you of the volunteering work that I am doing.
I know this is a go fund me page but I guess what I'm asking for is for people to go fund me so that I can help others and in the long run hopefully reach my own personal goal of a new arm.
I had no idea of the amount to put as my total target as prosthetics cost a huge amount of money, however I'm prepared to keep the page running and my volunteering going for as long as it takes and would like to thank people in advance for taking the time to look at my page and for any donations received
Below my story.
On the 14th of November 2014 I set off on my morning like most other parents do. I got my son who was 7 ready for fancy dress day at school. The theme was 'real life hero's'.
Ethan (my son) has had many operations himself as has medical problems, he decided he wanted to be a surgeon as to him they were his hero's. Never would I have thought my day would hardly start before I too needed a hero.
I'm a Foster carer and have been for a number of years. I got all the children into school/ nursery and set off for a meeting.
Around 9.35am I was driving down the M3 not long leaving the A303.
The weather was bad with heavy rain and strong winds.
I remember thinking I was going to stop at the next services but before I knew it I saw a deep puddle ahead. I remembered at that moment something my Father always said to me 'don't break when hitting a puddle'. It was too late to clearly change lanes without putting other cars at risk too. I was going 60mph on the M3 and police later confirmed it was just a case of Wrong place wrong time.
I'll not forget the moment my car went into that puddle. My heart sank, I just knew from that point I was in trouble. The car started to spin and all I could do was put my right arm on the roof as a way of trying to hold myself in. As time as gone on all my memories to this have returned, sadly, I can't explain to you what goes through your mind as your being thrown around a car. The seatbelt was on but as my car started to roll sideways I had little way of stopping myself being hurt.
My car aquaplaned and soon after the car flipped over, and again and again. I later found out my car turned around 6 times up onto an embankment and back down again.
I remember everything going slowly. It's amazing what goes through your mind in what's actually a very short space of time. I thought about my little boy, the fact he doesn't have a Daddy and now he might lose his Mummy too. I begged the car to stop, then a pain to my head which was so sharp, then blank.
The next thing I remember is waking up, trying to look around but I couldn't move. I could see smashed windows, blood everywhere and what felt like cold air coming from the side of me.
A lady came to my car, she'd stopped and ran to my car to help. She was a training vet called Gemma and began to ask me questions to keep me awake.
I told her I had children, I asked her if I was going to die, again for me it goes blank.
I've spoken to Gemma once out of hospital and she's informed me that I was speaking to her but would then begin to fit. She called 999 and help arrived.
4 Fire engines arrived one which had new cutting equipment in order to get people out faster and started the process of getting me out the car. The air ambulance arrived and worked along side the fire brigade to get me out safely.
I had heavy bleeding on my arm. my arm had smashed through the window and my car had rolled on top of it. I remember looking out the corner of my eye and seeing the state of my jacket torn and ( without going into detail) could see my arm was badly damaged.
The crew on the Air ambulance did am amazing job and without them I wouldn't be here now. I have little memory of being taken to hospital in the Air ambulance, I remember the arm of my jacket being cut but I don't remember too much after that. I was then airlifted to Southampton hospital.
I was at Southampton for 4 days as was too poorly to be transferred to Salisbury hospital, where I needed to be, as Southampton didn't have a plastic team available at the time I was taken in due to them only having a plastic surgeon 4 days out of 7.
I spent 16 days in a coma and was moved to Salisbury on the 4th day. I underwent 38 hours of surgery on my right arm. I got very bad septicaemia and the surgeon spent many times in theatre flushing out my arm and giving me many blood transfusions.
The surgeons put metal poles in and tried to save my arm by rebuilding it but I'd lost so much of it and now an infection started to spread.
My son who's only 7 did not see me for two weeks. We're never apart and so this must have been so difficult for him. My parents were at their home in Bulgaria at the time of my accident so had to fly over to be with my son and see me.. They took it in turns being at the hospital. Doctors had no idea if I'd be brain-damaged or walk again and were told that at that point no one could predict my outcome.
My parents came to the hospital and they said nothing could prepare them for what they would see. I was very swollen and bruised. Cuts to my face and a large metal brace screwed into my skull as I had broken 6 bones in my neck and 4 in my spine. I had lots of swelling to my head.
my son made a recording for me on my Mums phone was he wasn't able to come in. He made it and asked his nan to play it to me everyday, so my Mum did. It said " Hi Mum it's Ethan I'm ok I'm safe. You need to do what the doctors say so you can get better and come home, I love you Mummy".
My Mum played this to me everyday while in the coma. One day that she played it while a nurse and my mum were with me and it was noted by staff that tears came down my face. Who truly knows what he hear while in a coma, I remember my dreams but somehow maybe some of that was reality, who knows.
They asked again if I'd walk again, have damage to my brain but surgeons said it was far too early to tell and their priority at that time was keeping me alive.
Doctors told my parents they were doing all they could but had to take things by day as I was very poorly. The surgeons tried to rebuild what was left of my arm. They took tissue and skin from my stomach, veins from my legs and put a metal pole in replace of the missing bone from elbow to my wrist.
On the 14th day my parents received a call and asked them to come to the hospital. On arrival they met with my plastic surgeon and many other surgeons who had come from different hospitals across the country. They informed them that my septicaemia had spread so badly that if they didn't amputate my arm I'd only have 36 hours left to live. My parents asked if there was any other way as I'm a single working parent who's also right handed, they were told this was the last resort in order to save my life. My parents signed the permission form and walked behind my bed to theatre.
My right arm was amputated above the elbow. They wasn't able to remove all the septicaemia so I'd need to stay for strong antibiotics for the next few months.
Waking up with a large heavy metal brace screwed into my skull I was told of my injuries. I cried and said sorry to my Dad for worrying them. I couldn't move my legs still but the next coming weeks would be the test.
The next day I saw my beautiful son for the first time in two weeks. More importantly he saw his Mum, it was a very emotional moment. He jumped up on the bed and kissed me (see photo). My parents had been honest with him from the start and I feel that was the right thing to do. He coped amazingly and told me " mummy everything will be ok ". He's my rock and without him I'd never of had the strength I did. I could hardly talk due to cuts in my throat but as he held my hand I told him"I'm sorry I love you so much and I promise you I will get through this for you".
The next few weeks were so tough. Learning to walk again and trying to remain positive about my future. I don't think I'll ever fully get over this but I will move on from it for my sons sake. My memory was awful and I didn't know how it had happened and had so many mixed memories due to being in a coma. I wasn't sure what was real and what was in my head.
My first Christmas after my accident although different was also special. My family never imagined I'd be here so we were all grateful. I did the best I could for Ethan and promised next year would be better, but he said it was good the way it was. Deep down for me it was heartbreaking, every moment of my day was set around watching other people taking care of my son, I would get upset and frustrated as I wanted so much to be doing all the 'Mummy' things I always had. I wanted to take him to bed, take him to school, but I couldn't hardly walk and so getting stronger was my only option.
2015 was a road of recovery, but I've already done better than expected so I know I will get through this year too. I had the metal brace on for over 9 weeks and then a body and neck brace on for 6 weeks. After that into a neck brace for a few months. The future with my neck is not certain as yet as its still broken but the only operation available comes with huge risks to me possibly being paralysed for the rest of my life or having a stroke during surgery, as I'm sure you can imagine I'm not signing myself up for that just yet and just hoping so much that something medically becomes available for me in the future.
I like most of us had plans for my future, these plans haven't changed but it may just take me longer to get there and finding new ways to do things in the future. I wanted more than anything to return to work as fostering is in my blood and I am learning to adjust to one arm, I'm starting what I see as a new chapter and it really isn't all bad, it's a challenge and I'm lucky to be here.
The most important thing Is I still have a future and my son still has his Mum.
My family and friends donated to the Air ambulance instead of sending Christmas cards. I know that many peoples donations helped to save my life and for that I'm truly grateful. On Wednesday the 16th of sept 2015 I climbed the O2 arena to raise money for the air ambulance. Myself and my son have done an evening fund raiser with a huge amount of over 50 prizes donated by my local Community businesses and we've done a yard sale etc. The total to date is just short of 5k for the Air Ambulance.
The sad fact is that no one knows what's around the corner for them. I left that morning like I did every morning. Taking my son to school and kissing him goodbye, "I'll see you later" I said, I had no idea that I came so close to never seeing him again.
Ethan, my son, my best friend and rock, you are my reason for living and like the saying goes "I'd give my right arm" for you.
thank you for reading. Below a poem I wrote for my son
My poem to Ethan
Have you ever stopped to think about how your life will one day be?
Can you look into the future, is it all so clear to see?
Do you think of all your hopes and dreams, do you pray their all come true?
do you look at the news at night, and say that won't be you?
I myself had many plans I was always on the go, with fostering for many years and little toes in tow. My life was set around my work, I have passion for what I do, but most of all above all else, it was for the love of you.
Ethan you are my only son, the one that I adore, if I could turn the hand of time, you know I would for sure.
The 14th of November, a normal day it seemed, you dressed as a surgeon, because life Heros was the theme.
A kiss I'm sure I gave you, although my memory to this is vage, I then drove off to work, and headed on my way.
Driving down the M3, the weather was so bad, with heavy rain and strong winds, I slowed my driving down.
Looking for a services as I sensed I needed to stop, then suddenly I saw it, and my heart it felt it stopped.
My car it hit a puddle, and with that it lost control, it aquaplaned so quickly, I had no choice but to let go.
I held onto the roof, tried to hold on the best I can, and then my worst nightmare started, but it had only just began.
I felt it turning over, once and twice and more, my head I couldn't hold back, as it smashed against the door.
Each moment it turned over, I begged for it to stop, time it went so slowly, my heart racing like a clock.
I thought of you dear Ethan and how on earth you'd cope, the pain of knowing you'd be hurt I held harder and gave hope.
Then suddenly a sharp pain, and one I won't forget, as I was knocked unconscious, by a force against my head.
I opened up my eyes, things so quite and so still, no noise from the motorway, could this really all be real?
I tried to move around, but my body it laid still, blood pouring from the side of me, but no pain for me to feel.
No windows were around me, my windscreen is had gone, I feared that I would die alone, I feared my life was done.
Then suddenly I heard a voice to which she said to me "my name is Gemma I am a vet stay awake for me now please".
I told her of the children, and begged to get me out, "I've called for help she said to me" and again I then pass out.
The help it soon arrived, although it's so unclear to me, I remember the cutting of my clothes as paramedics attend the scene.
The rest I struggle to recall but as the days and weeks pass bye, I have a flash of memory that I wish I could just hide.
To follow is a deep sleep, two weeks to be precise,
As I lay in a coma, with my closest at my side.
My little boy who wasn't there as too much for him to see,
But he was given a special role, as it was him who was keeping me.
You kept my heart so safe with you and beating like it should,
You gave me strength I never knew I had, and a reason to pull through.
It must have been so hard for you, as not often do we part,
My little boy, my best friend, my bravest superstar.
The weeks that seemed to pass me bye,
Were the hardest for so many,
Parents watching their daughter lie, with machines and tubes at the ready.
16 days I lay asleep not knowing what lies ahead, 16 nights you went to bed without my kiss onto your head.
I can never give that time back to you, or take away the pain, I know our life has changed so much, but more love for you I've gained.
38 hours of surgery, broken neck and spine and arm, a metal frame screwed into my head and an amputation starts.
The weeks and months that followed, were the hardest of them all, learning of my injuries,
it broke my heart in two.
I'm trying so very hard for you, I hope one day your see, that if I didn't have you as my son, then there would be no me.
A short video
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Danielle Bartley
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