Part three… I am almost done with the majority of my story now. Bear with me. Okay so let’s go back to Bozeman hospital for a few moments. As I was lying in bed I tried to be as optimistic as possible. I knew God had a hand over me, and was in full control. The first question I asked after receiving a probable diagnosis was “can I have children in the future?” Yes, I know I am years away from childbirth but having kids is important to me and I was hoping that this condition wouldn’t affect my ability to have kids. I was informed that my life was going to change forever and I remember thinking, no more just getting by. I want to be the best person I can be. God’s hand and feet, he has allowed me to survive and I am going to make the best out of my future.
Ok back to the airplane ride, once in the airplane I was asked to tell my story to the people riding along in the plane with me. They had never had a patient who was awake or could talk before. That’s when I knew it was serious. They asked me about my life and all about school. It was nice they didn’t pry or ask medical questions, they generally cared about me and where I was headed in life.
Once we landed at the airport, I was loaded into an ambulance and taken to the Salt Lake University hospital. I forgot to mention this before, but my dad had called my Grandma and Grandpa Rose and they beat me to the hospital, also our good friend and nurse Jane was at the ER before I arrived. As soon as I arrived at the ER they had planned on doing open heart surgery and replacing my mitro valve with a pigs valve. I got to the ER and was happy to see friendly faces and get hugs from people I love. They had to stop all food and drink by mouth in case I would end up having open heart surgery, but I was so thirsty I could tell I was going to start being affected by lack of water. My grandpa held the door while grandma gave me some ice chips. J
An ER doctor came in and quizzed me about all my medical history, and after I explained how I was feeling etc. she asked if I was sure these were not bad migraines. I thought my mother was going to come unglued. We simply told her we had crossed that bridge a long time ago. They decided to not do open heart surgery right away because I looked so “plump and happy”.
For those of you unfamiliar with Salt Lake Hospital there is a children’s hospital right next to the University hospital. I was 17 and a half when I was airlifted so they decided to start treating me like an adult. Secretively, I wanted to be in the children’s hospital, it was around Christmas time and Santa visited on a regular basis at the Children’s Hospital. But they stuck me in the grown up one, and on top of that they put me in the head trauma unit. I will let your imagination travel for a moment…. I was the youngest patient by 35 maybe even 40 years. Stroke patents, brain trauma, and brain tumors and then there was me and at that moment they didn’t think I was having strokes so I didn’t really fit in.
More later… Details on my rough stay in SLC and then my 6 month recovery back to my “normal”.
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