Faulty Four Years

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I swing between being pumped up and encouraged, to the rug being pulled out from under me.

Four years. Y-E-A-R-S. I'm not talking about how many years me and Danny have been married. I lost Danny four years ago yesterday, actually, I lost him before that or we lost each other.

Without going into any detail, let's just say that while our lives may have appeared like Stepford Dreams, it wasn't on the inside of our relationship. I'm not sure I've shared that in a wide audience. It almost feels like admitting to plastic surgery or some kind of addiction; admitting a weakness.

Life was confusing during the months leading up the accident and the accident only added more questions to the docket. Questions that will forever go unanswered. The only man that could resolve our issues, for lack of another term, died. Danny remembers nothing of that time period.

I'm sure it's confusing to him to listen to actual events that he has no recollection of. It must sound like I'm describing someone else's life. I can't imagine how it feels to have missed these four years, but in reality, Danny has more missing pieces to deal with.

He remembers being married to me, but doesn't remember our wedding. He knows and recalls our house, but doesn't remember the thousands of dollars and man hours we put in ourselves renovating it. He knows his motorcycle, but has no memory of customizing it and honestly, has no memory of what it feels like to ride. Makes me wonder how he knows what he is missing, but that is a blog for another day.

This weekend, we attended my cousin's wedding. Weddings always get to me, but especially post accident. It takes me back to my own wedding, to when we were naive and relatively trouble free to what was coming in a bit more than three years later. We were on top of the world, madly in love and stepping out to an exciting future. I didn't want this type of excitement.

I look at pictures of our wedding and even ones of us dating and just before D-day; it rips me apart. One world, one life coming to an abrupt end. It wasn't just a minor interruption, or a delay. We're talking the end of good dreams to the waking of nightmares. I just want to wake up.

Every wedding we attend, down in my gut and in the voice I try to ignore, I ask myself if this couple really knows what they could potentially be getting into. No one ever thinks that a young couple could experience this type of tragedy, really. This couldn't possibly happen to this kind of couple, at this time in their lives, but it did and it does happen. Not just to us, but to others. Like Matt and Liz Logelin and their daughter, Maddie(Follow their story at http://www.mattlogelin.com/) Liz died the same day Maddie was born and Matt was at once, a new dad and a widower. I can't imagine having to celebrate your daughter's birthday and also mourn your wife on the same day. Reading his story makes me thankful in many ways, primarily because Corbin will know his dad in his flesh, not in mere photos.

Many of you comment on how strong I am or must be to endure. I can only respond that it is not me for I am weak except with the strength of the Lord. I am instantly whooshed back to college and sorority induction when I had to memorize scripture; all of which sustain me today for different reasons.

I Corinthians 13, also known as the Love Chapter.

Speaking of love....I Corinthians 13:7, 8

"It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."

John 3:30

"He must become greater; I must become less."

II Corinthians 12:9, 10

"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

Many times Danny asks me questions about August 16, 2005; how did so-and-so find out about it, who was there first, who all came to the hospital, etc.

Below, I have posted excerpts from a letter I wrote to Danny about that day, from my prospective. I have taken out names for identity issues and have removed some lines. I know this is a personal letter to Danny, but it will give you all a perspective on where life was that day. It took me weeks to write it as it was like reliving each excruciating moment.

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My Dearest Danny,

August 16, 2005 is a day that is forever scorched into my memory. I remember smells, sounds, sights and overwhelming sadness and shock.

As you know I was in Arizona working in my new job, but also working to come back home to you. Life was so confusing during that time; do we stay or do we go? Our marriage was upside-down and I was in the dark to what was really happening in GA and in your mind, in your heart. I felt alone and frustrated, confused and a longing for an end to it all. I desperately needed to get to you, but felt so far away and felt there was something keeping me from finding you; a separation of sorts.

That awful day that set our lives on a new course, I was wearing a purple, short-sleeved shirt that barely covered by growing belly and cropped khaki colored XL maternity pants. My shoes were one size too big and in a wide width. I was huge and hot. I had a fan under my desk in my cubicle to keep me cooler.

I spoke to you that morning about 10:45am local time (1:45pm in GA). I had called your cell phone and you got a call on the land line while I was on the phone. You told me to hold and answered the phone. I’m not sure who it was, but I distinctly remember you telling whomever that you had the “old lady” on the other line. You quickly came back on the line with me and told me you would need to call me back. I told you I was headed to lunch shortly and I would be back at my desk about 11:30am.

......My Nextel beeped and I immediately thought it was you, but “Jonathan” came up on the screen. I thought it odd that he’d call me during the day especially since he’d not done it before, but then I thought maybe it was something to do with the boys. Kari was out of town at training and perhaps he needed me.

I thought it odd too, that he asked me where my office was located. I gave him the cross streets; 96th and Shea Blvd. “Why?” I asked. He told me he was coming to pick me up and take me to the airport and put me on a plane. Split second thoughts were that he was a. kidding or b. hurrying up our plan to have me home by the end of the week. As you know, it was neither of those choices.

He told me that you’d been in a motorcycle accident and that it was serious. You were in the hospital and I needed to get back to Georgia. Shockingly, I was calm enough to tell him exactly where to pick me up and told him I’d meet him outside.

I hung up with Jonathan and asked ____ to come over to my cube and quickly. The tears started to come and I couldn’t breathe; I’m sure there wasn’t much color to my face. I turned from her and began riffling through my desk draws to get anything that I couldn’t live without, all the while telling her that you’d been in an accident and I had to go and wouldn’t be coming back. I took a deep breath and one last look around my desk, grabbing our engagement picture in the Lam Lee frame that you bought me; the one with the heart on top with the wings. Ironically, when I got to Atlanta and pulled the frame out of my purse, one of the wings was broken. It remains that way to this day, on my desk.

.......Jonathan arrived and talked to ____ and asked her to let security know that someone would be coming by to pick up my car later that day. I hugged her neck, thanking her for everything and climbed in the car.

Let the madness begin. Jonathan was on the phone with Dwayne who was trying to find me a non-stop flight to Atlanta that had a seat on it. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on with you. Jonathan hung up and I started to cry, to sob really. I asked him if he would hold my hand and he did; my big, strong brother held my sweaty hand and squeezed.

He calmly reminded me that I needed to hold it together, that I couldn’t do anything for you in Arizona, but I could and had to take care of our son. Deep breaths. I was on the phone with Dad who was trying to sound composed; details of your injury were sketchy as they were still working on you. Broken pelvis. Internal bleeding. Broken ribs. And, the head injury. Dad didn’t offer the doctor’s prognosis and I didn’t ask, didn’t want to hear it honestly. I was scared and felt even more isolated, except for one thing; Baby Corbin.

I told Dad that I wanted to make sure there was a bed for me in your room that I wanted to stay with you. Also, I wanted to make sure that there was someone there that could check my blood pressure and make sure our son was hanging in there alright. Dad cried, “Oh, Baby. You can’t stay with him because he’s in ICU.” I didn’t understand how serious it all was then; how dramatically life was changing.

I got off the phone with Dad and immediately called D. I got her voicemail and kept calling until she answered finally on the fourth try. I told her that you were at North Fulton Regional Hospital after a motorcycle accident with a head injury. I asked her to call Doc and ask him if you were at the best place for your injuries. Surprisingly, it wasn’t long before she called me back to assure me that you were at one of the best hospitals for head injuries and she was already on her way to the hospital. She was still there when I came in after 2am.

..........I took to packing which wasn’t easy either. What do I take? I can’t take it all. How long will I be there? Am I coming back? I wound up packing work clothes thinking I would need to work as long as I could so we’d have some income coming in. Funny looking back on that now as I never went back to work pregnant. I had to buy everyday casual, hospital sitting clothes when I got to Atlanta.

Still packing, I stared into my closet organized by color and style. I wish I could blame you for my OCD problem, but think we just merely exaggerate each others. I scanned the clothes and landed near the back on black. Black pants, black button down shirt, black shirts, black dresses. Black dresses. I packed two with the hope that I wasn’t going to need to wear them to your funeral, a thought that hit me deep in my gut.

.......Aunt S was hovering like a mother would do, but not sure what to do for me. Uncle D was still on the phone and Jonathan was too. Once my bag was packed, I hugged little B’s neck one last time and then D. How do I explain this to D? I asked if he knew why I was having to leave and wouldn’t be coming back. He said “yea, Uncle Danny got hurt on his motorcycle.” It broke my heart to leave those boys when their mom was gone too; knowing that I wasn’t going to be living here, with them, watching them grow up, watching them grow up with Corbin running behind them.

.......When we got to the airport, I checked in and then we all walked to one of the food court areas. Jonathan made me eat something even though I felt like I’d throw it up. He also bought me something to eat for while I was on the plane.

Ironically, well, orchestrated by God, Pastor M, M and others were headed to a conference and were at the airport too. They found us in the food court and they all huddled around me, laid hands on me and prayed for you, for me and for Corbin. It was a bit comforting to me although I didn’t know what I was facing when I got to Atlanta.

It was time for me to get to the gate, where I had to go alone. Jonathan walked me as far as he could go, then stopped and hugged me. There were no words to say and he knew that. He just hugged me, told me he loved me and we walked away from each other.

Leaving Arizona under those circumstances, following all the drama of the past few weeks, knowing that we weren’t coming back and walking away from the dreams of being close to my family, seeing them regularly, vacations together, holidays together, summer barbecues with the kids swimming in the pool; all those dreams vanished into nothingness. No alternate plans, no other dreams, no future, no understanding; just black.

.......I sat on the front row in coach class; alone. There was no one on the whole row; all six seats were empty, but mine. I chose to sit near the window on the right side of the plane and quickly shelled out the $5 for the headphones for the movie; xXx: State of the Union. I had to get my mind on something else otherwise, I’d have gone crazy.

It was honestly, a peaceful flight in that it was quiet, I was alone on my row and I was isolated from what was really happening at home. There was literally nothing I could do but pray and no one could see me crying.

Once the movie was over, we still had about an hour before we were scheduled to land. I stood up and stretched the best I could; tried to move my legs around a bit. There was a nice couple on the other side of the plane, one row back. The woman was obviously sympathetic as to how pregnant I was and traveling. She offered me their pillows, but little did she know that those pillows were not going to comfort what ailed me.

I sat again and looked out the window into the darkness. I had no idea over what state we were, but could see some lights here and there. It was then that I saw this glowing light on the ground, but it was moving with us. I knew there was no way that it was a light of the plane reflecting off the ground. Soon, I realized that it was the moon, high above us reflecting off bodies of water on the ground. The reflection was so regular that it was almost like steps. It was in that glowing light, in the analogy of steps, in the reality that the light was moving with me, that the Light of the Lord shown through to my heart. It was like that Light spoke to my heart and said that He was with me.

Tears came, of course, but I was again trying to stay calm for Corbin. The isolation on the plane just mirrored what I felt in life. ........... It was overwhelming the feeling of the unknown, being alone and yet having Corbin in me; the responsibility falling on me. I can’t really put it into words except to say that it felt like someone had reached into my chest and was twisting my heart back and forth; that someone had knocked the breath out of me and though my stomach was full of baby boy, I felt empty.

Coming up the escalator in the airport to baggage claim, I felt like I was on the path between our old life and some new life waiting for me at the top. There was no turning back time or running back and holding onto what was lost; I had to move forward, move up the stairs. My heart thudded in my chest.

As I crested the top of the escalator, there were three bald men waiting for me. I remember commenting that there were “three of my favorite bald men.” Dad, D and J all came to hug me, take my bags and carry me from the airport. No one spoke a word about you and I didn’t ask, yet. I had no idea if you were alive at that point and I was scared to ask, scared to know what may lie ahead of us, ahead of me.

.......Dad and I in the back seat holding hands. I remember D and J were talking a bunch in the front seat; J even laughed and I remember feeling like he wouldn’t be laughing if you had died. Then I felt okay to ask questions, although to be honest, I don’t remember any conversation in the car though I know Dad told me bits and pieces of what was going on with you at the hospital.

.......However, I remember Dad walking me in the doors and I said something like “I bet the next time you all thought you’d see a Diaz in the hospital, it’d be me giving birth.” I hugged everyone there and thanked them for being there and then I asked Dad where we were going.

It was about 2am and the hospital was very quiet. Dad and I walked alone down the hallway; you could feel everyone watching us and he helped support me along the way. We stopped in front of huge, wooden double doors with the visiting hours posted. 2am did not make the list, but as we entered no one paid us any mind.

The Neuro ICU is in the shape of a half moon; the center being the nurses station and the outer being the patient rooms. You were in the far corner room. We walked around the nurses’ station and towards your doorway. You were facing the window; away from the door. The first things I noticed; the tube coming out of your head, tubes down your nose and a ventilator down your mouth, a neck brace, blood pressure cuff, heart rate monitor on your finger, your left leg in traction (a large weight was hanging off the end of the bed), road rash and lots of it, and dried blood pooled in your ears.

It was overwhelming, but I tried to remain calm. Looking back, I can tell I was in shock and denial and definitely naive to the gravity of the situation. I guess everyone is when they’re entering unfamiliar territory and this was definitely unfamiliar.

The night nurse came in to check your monitor and change your IV bag I believe. For the life of me, I haven’t been able to recall his name, but he was very kind and very thorough. He took off your blood pressure cuff and took mine since I was concerned for me and for Corbin.

Honestly, I don’t remember how long I stayed in the room and what exactly I did while I was there. I think I asked Dad questions about your injuries and what all the tubes were. I believe I talked to you; something to the effect of that I was coming back by the end of the week and that you didn’t have to do this to get me here quicker; a futile try at humor in a scary moment.

I remember walking back towards the waiting room, but don’t really remember stopping. I was so tired and overwhelmed and I knew I needed to rest. I stayed that night and several there after at Mom and Dad’s house. I slept in the bed with Mom while Dad slept in a twin bed in my old room. I didn’t want to be alone. My thoughts were all over the place and it was difficult to rest.

........Honestly, days at the hospitals melted together and I have a hard time specifically recalling each day. It’s more like bits and pieces. T.E. coming by with a cooler of drinks and snacks, Pastor C visiting for the first time with a room full of visitors, Dr. Weaver (neurologist) telling me and your parents that you could die from these injuries….wow, that moment was heavy.

I heard what he said and listened, but my heart couldn’t accept it. Your dad hugged me in the hallway and for a brief moment it felt like you holding me. I remember falling into the wall and sobbing. There was a rush of people coming to my aid and someone got a chair for me to sit. I recall D.M. being there and how sure she was that D would be healed, but he died instead. I cried out to anyone and everyone, “what if God says no? What if He says no?”

With all the unanswered questions about our marriage and then adding all the unanswered questions about your prognosis and our future, a huge weight sat on my chest, on my heart. I truly found out what is meant by heart ache; my heart really ached and there was heaviness to it, a compression to my lungs. Or maybe that was Corbin’s foot wedged underneath. I felt very lost and quite alone.

I went to our house alone and tore through it looking for answers to anything, but all I found were more questions. It was haunting being there and knowing that you wouldn’t be coming back here either. I smelled your clothes, went through draws and shoes and still there was silence. No answers. Just more questions.

And, I guess that is still where we live today. Some questions have been answered, only to be replaced with others. I wish I could tell you why this happened, what our future looks like, what purpose it serves in our lives. I wish I could take away your pain, confusion, frustration and give you back these missing years. I wish I could give you happiness, joy and a positive attitude, but I can’t. I can’t do any of that. But, God can. He can do all of it and more than we could think to ask or imagine.

As we’re here at this fourth anniversary mark, I will make the most of the faithfulness of God. I will put my focus on the laughter we’ve shared, the blessing of Corbin in our lives and the good that has come out of the darkness. I know we’re not out of the wilderness yet. I know there are times that it feels like we’re not moving at all, but I have to put my trust in the Lord for He is good all the time, even when it doesn’t feel good to me, to us.

I would encourage you to first and foremost thank the Lord no matter the circumstances; to praise Him and give Him the glory for what through Him you’ve been able to accomplish. It is only with Him that we have survived. Secondly, be thankful for the many things that you’ve been given following this day four years ago; an absolutely wonderful and healthy son, a renewed confidence in the love and support you have from me, an assurance of the love and support of our families, new and true friends, provision for all life’s needs and blessings beyond our imagination. Thirdly, pray the Lord would begin to reveal to you/us our next steps and the message He would have us deliver. Fourth, forgive yourself, God and any others that you may harbor grudges against. And, finally, LIVE life to the fullest!

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Forgive my lack of updates on Danny's progress at therapy or of how the filming went over the weekend. This is all I could get through today, but I thank God for His faithfulness, for His healing, for His strength, for His Spirit and for His promises. I am nothing, if I do not have Love.

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To this. Praise the Lord!

Brain Dump

Some interesting facts about traumatic brain injury for you to ponder with your own functioning brain; well, some of you may be fully functioning. For the rest of you, you might want to stop reading. I'm not sure I'm going to put any more pictures.

How many people have TBI?

1.4 million people sustain a TBI each year in the United States. Of those 1.4 million, 50,000 die; 235,000 are hospitalized and 1.1 million are treated and released from the emergency room. The unknown are those that do not seek treatment in an ER or receive no care.

What causes TBI?

The leading causes of TBI are: Falls (28%), Motor vehicle-traffic crashes (20%), Struck by/against events (19%), and Assaults (11%).

What are the costs of TBI?

Direct medical costs and indirect costs such as lost productivity of TBI totaled an estimated $60 Billion in the United States in 2000.

What are the long term consequences of TBI?

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention estimates that at least 5.3 million Americans currently have long term or lifelong need for help to perform activities of daily living as a result of a TBI.

According to one study, about 40% of those hospitalized with a TBI had at least one unmet need for services one year after injury. The most frequent unmet needs were: Improving memory and problem solving, Managing stress and emotional upsets, Controlling one's temper and Improving one's job skills.

This information provided by the CDC was updated July 2006.

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Considering I haven't posted since June 23rd, you'd think I have lots to update you on and I do, but it's the same thing, over and over and over again; Danny continues to improve, Corbin continues to grow and I continue. Period. I just continue. More on that later.

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Details. Well, in July we celebrated, a lot. It was Danny's birthday, his brother's and his mother's. Plus, it was his parents anniversary. We celebrated Danny's birthday all week, I swear. Here is a picture of the family on Danny's actual birthday.

Corbin attended many summer camps at his preschool and had an absolute ball. The last week was Dinosaur theme and as he told me, he "ruled the school."



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Danny has continued to improve physically at Beyond Therapy and we are of course, very pleased. He has begun to do some major abdominal exercises; I watch and feel glad it's not me. Although, truth be told, I probably need to get down on the ground with him. I'm also happy to report that on Monday of this week, he walked the length of the gym with his walker, with NO assistance; no one was helping him guide his walker and no one was holding onto his gait belt. However, there were people there just in case he needed help.


He did need help a few weeks ago. Into every one's walking, a little falling must happen too. (By the way, if you know Danny's grandmother, please don't mention Danny falling. We don't need to worry the woman for nothing). Yes, he did fall, but he wasn't hurt. Ironically, he was gaiting with Candy, Super Therapist, when he tripped over the threshold and played Leap Frog with his walker. The fantastic thing is that Danny reacted and put his arms out to break his fall and held his head back. Remember the days when he couldn't even control his head? Anyway, Candy told him it'd probably happen again, just like babies when they're learning and that they'd be practicing falling. Nice. Sounds like fun. I hope I'm not with him that day.


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So, you might be wondering why in the world I titled this post "Brain Dump" and why I started with a bunch of stats. Well, here it comes.


First of all, I've been dumping my brain the last couple months with creative mash. Obviously, none of that energy went towards this blog since I think I OD'd in the other areas. Let me fill you in on what is happening, or what I'm trying to make happen.


Next week, my cousin and her family are heading this way for our other cousin's wedding. Well, on the front end of this trip, T's husband will begin filming for a promotional video of our journey. You can view his work at http://www.thereideffect.com/. He is extremely talented and I'm thrilled to see how you can be brought into our lives a bit more. Anyway, in order to help him out on the front end, I have had to compile pictures and video from the last almost four years. It's kind of hard to do that effectively when the hard drive on your Mac fries and you have to wait for a new one to be installed. I'm not bitter though.


I've also had to come up with a timeline of events since August 2005, an outline for the film and questions for interviews. Brain dumping to the max and it's hard to try to market yourselves. I can come up with a bunch of marketing ideas for other things, but how do I market my own family and our strange trip over the last four years?


And, because our story would not be complete without the addition of Dr. Kaelin and Candy, I had to arrange for interviews through Shepherd's PR department. In doing so, I included our Web site and the blog so that they knew we were for real and not some nut jobs; well, we might be, but our story is real. Nonetheless, Shepherd responded with support of our project and pitched one of their own. They may like to feature our story in one of their upcoming issues of Spinal Column Magazine. Wow! Wouldn't that get our message out to a mass of people? I'm not sure exactly what the message is as right now, it feels like the outbox is full of them.


So, we've got a short promotional film in the works, a potential article to be sent to hundreds of people via Spinal Column, and because of those two things, our Web site needs to be revamped. I want to be able to reference our Web site in both the film and article, but it needs to be one place where people can view everything; not one for old stuff and one blog for new stuff. Plus, I'd like to be able to post the film on the Home Page.


While I'm at it, if we're going to market ourselves, we need a logo. What in the world am I going to use as a logo? Not motorcycles. Not wheelchairs. So, I've come up with an idea, but I still have to touch base with the guy that designed Danny's Southland Choppers logo years ago. Once I have that, then we can build the new Web site around that and then make t-shirts!


Can you see where I've brain dumped myself into creativity? It's become overwhelming, but at the same time, I'm excited to get rolling on all of it.

Film. Print. Internet. T-shirts. Oh, my!


If anyone out there is or knows of someone that does t-shirts for fundraising, please email me at the address on the right side of this page.


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While pulling everything together for the film, reading over past updates, coming up with questions for interviews, even mine, and coming up on the fourth anniversary of the accident; well, it has me in an emotional tizzy.


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Danny walking again will be an overwhelmingly awesome experience; a goal that we once thought was unattainable; evidence of God's glory and of a persevering faith.


However, Danny walking again does not restore his brain, his heart, his soul. Brain dump.


Pointing back to those statistics at the top and those pesky unmet needs, my biggest question for God is when, if are those needs going to be met. I've mentioned this before and I may have painted a small picture of the reality, but there are brief moments when it feels that I don't know the man I live with. I'm not even sure if he knows himself.


Without going into too much detail, so as not to embarrass Danny with things he doesn't remember saying or doing, there are times when Danny gets very agitated that he is out of control. What do I mean by that? Most of the outburst is verbal and the physical part is him trying to leave the situation, whether it be pushing away from the counter or trying to leave the room. Obviously, he gets more frustrated because he can't leave the room or the conversation adding to the problem.


Thankfully, until a couple weeks ago, Corbin had not seen Danny go to what I can only describe as the crazy, psycho place. I know that sounds cruel, but it is truly so out of Danny's character that it feels crazy. Danny was upset with me because I refused to help him do something (he is able to do it himself which is why I refused). He began to yell and physically began to try to push himself away from the sink, and he pushed his legs so hard that the footrests' posts came out of the holes. Hello, crazy, psycho place. Unfortunately, Corbin heard the commotion and drove his little car to the doorway and told Daddy to stop it. Daddy in turn told him to stop. Danny went into his child and I had to quietly reprimand him. He calmed down and did not remember it when I asked him about it later.


But, I bet Corbin does. I do.


Later, I had to have a talk with Corbin about Daddy and his brain. It was something to the effect of because Daddy hurt his brain, sometimes he says and does things that he doesn't mean, but that doesn't mean that Daddy doesn't love you very much. Yeah, that was fun. I just pray on some level that he understands or that God protects him from the memory of those moments. I pray that he sees Daddy for the man that he is, that he wants to be, that he is working to become.


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Folks, we're dealing with a brain injury. There is no healing except that which comes from God and I need your help in praying for Danny's mind. His mind is the source of all that is "off" in him, in his body. I don't know how God's going to do it, but I need it, we need it.


I pray that with the end of physical dependence, these frustrations that seem to spawn wild-eyed angry moments will also cease. But, what if the frustrations just move to something else? I have no answers to any questions, except Jesus.


Without Him, I am nothing, I have nothing, I can do nothing. Without getting too super spiritual on here, I have really come to understand that without God, my life, our lives cannot transform. Does that make sense? I'm really at the end of my ability; I can't heal some one's brain. There is no medication, no stem cells, no acupuncture, no positive thinking that will restore Danny's brain. His injury is categorized as Diffuse Axonal Injury. That means, that the injury is throughout his brain, not localized. Google it.


So if we need God to really intervene here, why hasn't He already? What is He waiting for? Maybe me, maybe Danny, maybe it's you. Maybe our story has to continue to reach more people. Again, I have no answers. I can only cling to the Promises He gives us in His Word. It's all I have left to depend on without fail.