Almost a Year
Tuesday, December 2, 2008 at 10:54AM On December 23rd, 2007 my best friend was hit while a passenger in a classmates car, by a drunk driver and this accident almost took her life. She had to be cut from the car while pieces still remained lodged in her body and then flown to Shock Trauma at the University of Maryland. Her heart stopped beating a couple of times on the way there. She suffered from a serious head injury, her arm and thigh was cut by the frame of the car which required her muscles be sown back together, her ribs broken and her face burned by the air bag. The guy that caused the accident was beyond drunk and he hit an off-duty firefighter and that car hit my best friend's side of the car.

She left her house that afternoon because her classmate needed access to the lab and my best friend had her key-card and he did not. So he swung by to pick her up and take her to the school so he could get in. It was 3:15 PM in the afternoon. The drunk guy walked away from the accident, the off duty firefighter lost his life and my best friend is still suffering from the consequences. I am unsure of the extent of the injuries of the guy driving my best friend, but nothing near what she experienced.
BF has struggled to gain use of her arm and leg, she suffers from intense headaches which make her light and sound sensitive the same way a migraine would, and she has undergone lumbar punctures and holes drilled into her head to drain the fluid in her brain that builds up and creates intense pressure and this is all well after the accident. If effects her ability to do things every single day. She was a college athlete and although she has heart problems she was high functioning and terribly active. She had JUST reached a point before this accident in which she was resuming her status as an athlete and able to play her sport again after overcoming her eating disorder.
In less than a minute all of it was taken away and now we celebrate small accomplishments such as being able to walk for a longer period of time, get up the stairs without loosing balance, extending her arm above her to a certain height, etc. We are thankful for the days in which she doesn't have an excruciating headache and we joke at her uncanny ability to judge the elevation of the road we are on based on the pressure in her head, but every day it's there. The most disturbing part of the whole thing is not the physical limitations, it's not the anger I have at the drunk driver, it's that because my best friend is always caring for everyone else she is constantly beating herself up for not being able to do certain things like she used to. She feels as if she has control over her physical abilities and if she just tries harder or does better she won't be a 'burden' on anyone else. She feels as if she should be over this by now.
She is an amazing person and none of this is ON her. None of it. She was just being a nice person and ended up in an awful situation. This is the same person that spent seven days living in tents at the Pentagon after 9/11 fighting that fire and saving people, the same person that as an EMS saved lives day in and day out, the same person that is almost done her PhD in spite of having terrible difficulties reading and comprehending (while a freaking math wizard she has a learning disability) and on a more personal level, the same person that has supported every thing I have done, has sat up with me more nights than I can count talking me off a ledge, flying down to see me frequently, helped me move down to Atlanta and the same person that drove over 12 hours in February (after her accident) to be with me when I lost my pregnancy. None of what happened last December was her fault and it shouldn't have happened to her, but it did. It kills me to think that she feels as if she should be better, she can't and at this point she has accomplished more than any person I know. To me it's a miracle that she can walk and talk and on this trip she fucking went bowling. She shouldn't be able to do that yet! They told her she may never regain use of her arm, and she has proven them wrong.
I cannot express my amazement over her accomplishments or her ability to continue to fight and fight to get better. This Thanksgiving she sat in front of me and expressed her Thankfulness at this past year and it took every ounce of me to not just jump up and hug her and begin some ridiculously uncomfortable crying and rejoicing over her.
She is my hero.
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