LilMiss’s best friend was in a tragic accident this weekend. I do not know the specifics, but the end result is that a large metal rod went in under her jaw and out the back of her head. Her brain stem was nicked, some brain fluid leaked. Her lungs, already problematic with asthma, filled with blood and fluid.
According to the surgeon if it would have been 1/3" any other way, she wouldn’t be alive.
They fear paralysis, neurological damage, and permanent lung damage.
She can’t speak, but had been writing up a storm. She knows he brain isn’t working the way it ‘should’, but they do not know the extent of the damage as of yet.
Please keep A and her family in your thoughts- that she pulls through this with as minimal loss as possible. This poor girl has already gone through so much in her 11 year long life, and was starting to see that life is a good thing.
She and LilMiss are typical girls- bestest friends one minute, not speaking the next. They have been closeasthis for the last four years- sometimes I joke she’s my second daughter. LilMiss called A’s mom “Momtoo” (but not to her face). LilMiss is distraught that she cannot see her- she’ll be in a special room for at least a few more days- it had that bed that rotates her to help clear out her lungs. It’s hard to explain to her the value of life and not taking your friends for granted. She is sadly learning the hard way.
My thoughts and prayers are going out to “A” and her family, LilMiss and you. I hope a thorough recovery is made, and that “A” will be able to enjoy life again soon.
A is still in the trauma ICU. Now they aren’t sure when she’ll be moved to the pediatric ward.
LilMiss is having a hard time of it. One classmate said he didn’t care whether A lived or not, which sent LilMiss over the edge. To top it off, we had a nasty argument last night. Just because A is in the hospital doesn’t mean my house can be a destruction zone.
She woke up this morning with a bad stomache ache. Started to get ready for school and proceeded to chuck on the kitchen floor. Poor kid. So she’s back in bed with soda crackers and ginger ale.
Yanno, I think back to when I was her age. A classmate of mine was murdered. I remember it, but not so much. Didn’t go to the funeral, life just went on. I was talking to my sister about it and she remarked that the only thing I had said about Katherine being murdered was that it would change who I sat next to in class. I know I’m by nature a cold person, but I can’t believe I would have been that cold at that age. Now with what A is dealing with I’ve been a teary mess. LilMiss and I have been kind of clinging to each other. “I love you” has been said more these past few days than in the past month (we do say it often anyways).
