What To Do With a Miracle

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here is a little story about obstacles that seem insurmountable and about the strength you acquire from miracles.


What To Do With A Miracle

Wednesday, September 9th

While lying on her back, perfectly still, Rose could feel her head spinning – not from dizziness, but rather, from the inundation of the last two days. Having awoken on Monday from a coma that lasted a little more than two months, there were more questions in her mind for which she could have possibly been able to retain the answers to … at least not all at once. But she was being barraged by doctors, nurses and other medical personnel who hadn’t expected her to suddenly awaken from the coma. And her abrupt return had everyone scrambling.

Thankfully, the one and only thing she needed in order to get through the current over-amount of unwanted attention was Emmitt – her Cowboy Daddy and … her fiancé. He sat on the side of her bed, holding her hand and smiling without making a sound. The fact that she had come out of the coma made him happier than he could have put into words. But the look in his eyes and the smile on his face spoke volumes of how he felt.

Having met and spent the past year and a half in North Carolina with him, Rose had found new meaning in many things. And finally, she was in a place where she could blossom into the full bloom of her life. But the reason she wound up in that Charlotte hospital was a little more than just scary. And it likely could still upset everything she had so recently acquired.

One evening, at the end of June, Rose hopped up onto Cinder’s back and took the stallion on a ride at breakneck speed. Her intention was to ride the horse faster than ever before. She wanted to feel the wind in her hair and to be pulsing with a rush of adrenaline by the time the horse ride ended – because she knew that when she got off that horse … Emmitt was going to ask her to marry him.

But during the breakneck horse ride, Cinder the stallion was spooked by a hunter’s gun shot in the nearby woods. The horse reared up and tossed Rose off its back. She went flying through the air and the side of her head connected with the top of a wooden post in the fencing that lined the pasture and pond behind Emmitt’s house back at his horse farm.

She was knocked unconscious and was rushed to a hospital nearby to Southern Pines, North Carolina. From there, she was flown to the Carolinas Medical Center – a facility ranked very high nationally in quite a few categories, inpatient and outpatient surgeries, neurological treatment and trauma care.

And in the constant care unit of that hospital was where she remained – waking up from the coma two days ago. She was double-catheterized, for bladder and bowel – yet she woke up on Monday in a diaper. It was explained to her that all summer she had been either double-catheterized or diapered. Every few days, she would be switched from the one to the other. The hope was that her bladder and sphincter muscles would remain active and therefore functional if they were made to perform their duties, but as it turned out – those muscles as well as most ever other muscle in her body had weakened from inactive due to her comatose condition.

The paralysis she felt was far worse when she was brought to that hospital. But if she had certain movements she was able to make presently, how did paralysis become the case for her? This was one of many questions she hoped the doctors would soon explain to her.

And as if the fates were listening to her silent pleas, a gray haired man in a white coat walked into her room.

“Hello, Rose,” the man said. “It’s nice to see you looking back at me when I come to check on you. I’m Dr. Irvin and I’ve been following your condition since they brought you here on June 29th. Now I’ll be following your progress.”

“Maybe you can tell me what’s happened to me already,” Rose said bravely. “That would be a good place to start … like filling in the blanks for me.”

“I assume you’re talking about your lack of movement,” Dr. Irvin said.

“Yeah,” Rose said emphatically. “Am I like … partially paralyzed or something?”

“Actually, no. You’re not paralyzed at all, though likely you had a mild case of temporary paralysis when in the coma,” Dr. Irvin said, Rose looking at him with confusion. “Okay, let me start at the very beginning.”

Dr. Irvin sat on the side of her bed and got out her chart.

“You were thrown from a horse in motion and the side of your head connected with a fence post. Let’s start right there,” Dr. Irvin said. “I specialize in head injuries as well as spinal ones. So, when your head hit the post you might have suffered a concussion, at best. More severely, you would have experienced sensory changes, numbness, tingling, blurred vision, hearing issues, short or long term memory issues, balance issues, nausea and vomiting. But you skipped over all of those symptoms because you passed out. Following me so far?”

“Yes,” Rose said, paying close attention to him.

“In your case, the fluids surrounding your brain did not protect your brain from being pushed against the inside of your skull,” Dr. Irvin said, Rose’s eyes growing wide. “This contact was so severe that you passed out. The paralysis-like feelings you have right now are coming more from the fact that your muscles have atrophied over the summer as you were in a coma. That’s a little more easily treatable than a brain injury. But likely, the trauma of the accident is what actually put you into the coma and, the head being connected to the neck and spine – everything was traumatized. But you slept through most of that, luckily.”

Rose shook her head slightly.

“Okay,” she said, trying to find a better way to get Dr. Irvin to move into discussion about the current situations she faced. “So … what has to happen now and what can I expect?”

“You can expect your nerve-endings to begin to wake up as well and we will have medication ready for you as this will obviously cause pain,” Dr. Irvin explained. “But our primary focus right now is to retrain the muscles in your body.”

“And that’s the auto thing you mentioned, right?” Rose asked.

“Atrophy, it’s called,” Dr. Irvin said. “It’s when you don’t use your muscles for a time long enough to allow the tissues in your body to diminish. It’s similar to rehab for an ankle once it has been taken out of a cast. You have to re-strengthen those muscles before you can walk again. But in your case, most of the muscles in your entire body will need to receive rehab for a comparable reason.”

“And I’m guessing you also mean muscles like bladder and bowel?” Rose asked, grimly.

“Unfortunately, yes. And that’s the reason for the catheters,” Dr. Irvin said. “But you system has been flushing itself properly since you arrived here. Now … something you’ll need to accept is that once we get you up and out of bed for rehab, you won’t be using catheters anymore and until your bladder and sphincter muscles strengthen, you’ll need to wear protection.”

Rose did her absolute best to put a sad look on her face. She did a good job of acting. Though it was a little distressing that she really didn’t have control of the muscles at her center, she knew she would be much happier without the catheters. True, presently, she couldn’t feel them. But that wouldn’t always be the case and the thought of having bags attached to the side of her hospital bed that were collecting the waste of her body wasn’t very appealing to her.

“It’s a miracle you’re alive, Rose. Head injuries can be fatal,” Dr. Irvin said, standing up. “Another miracle is that, since you woke up two days ago, there has been an increase in activity within your body. And you’ve no doubt felt little discomforts?”

“Yes,” Rose answered.

“This is good. It could be those nerve-endings proving they aren’t dead. After you woke up and things started happening inside you, we thought that perhaps there might’ve been some sort of swelling on the spine or fluid at some point – both of which could also cause temporary paralysis. But the nurses tell me that you’ve been twitching a bit while sleeping and your heart rate speeds up every now and then. These are all good signs. But let me be completely honest with you, from the start,” Dr. Irvin said with a sudden tone of seriousness. “Realistically, you probably will not achieve 100% recovery. But all of that remains to be seen. Keeping a positive attitude is half the battle for you, right now.”

“What’s the other half?” Rose asked.

“Therapy, rehab, medication and rest,” Dr. Irvin said.

“How long will it be before my nerve-endings become completely undead so I can move a little more?” Rose asked, trying to move past the macabre moment before Emmitt picked up on it as she really didn’t like the idea of Emmitt hearing a lot of this.

“It’s not so simple as that. Your muscles have atrophied from having been dormant during a 2 month lay of comatose. Your muscles have to be completely retrained, from your neck to your arms to your feet and most everything in between. You won’t have steady movement for a while,” Dr. Irvin explained, continuing to drive the point that her recovery wasn’t going to be quick or simple.

“When can I go home?” Rose asked, continued to slam on the brakes of their talk.

“When you’ve recovered to that point,” Dr. Irvin answered cryptically.

“And when will that be … realistically?” Rose asked, conceding the battle.

“Well, if your body takes to the treatment and rehab, making the progress you need to … I would say you could possibly go home sometime between Christmas and next spring,” the doctor said, trying to be compassionate while still be frank and honest. “But right now, let’s first get you standing on your feet and walking before we look ahead to your discharge, okay?”

“Okay,” Rose whispered – getting choked up, but then swallowing the lump in her throat before it got any bigger and blinking the tears away from welling any more in her eyes.

“We’ll begin some of these treatments tomorrow. It’s good seeing you back, Rose. You’ve physically made a lot of recovery already in two days. You may not see it this way, but that’s because the recoveries are all internal. Now, we’ll begin with the outside,” Dr. Irvin said. “We’re going to move you out of constant care and into a generalized room tomorrow morning.”

And with that, Dr. Irvin walked out of the room.

This really wasn’t going to be easy for her. She didn’t like being in the hospital. She was wearing a hospital gown, with an inserted urinary catheter and a bowel catheter that would begin to make her anything but comfortable before long. And she wouldn’t be getting out of bed, of her own free will and volition, at any point soon.

With time, her muscle strength would return. This she understood very clearly. But the greatest battle ahead for was the mental one. Dr. Irvin was right about that.

“Daddy,” Rose said, tears welling in her eyes as she prepared to make the most painful but most truthful statement of her life. “It will be easier for you to let me go, at this point.”

Emmitt’s eyes grew big and wide, the painfulness of what she said sinking into his heart. But he didn’t grow angry. He knew why she made that statement. It was how she felt, given her current situation and given the road ahead she would be forced to travel. Rose knew herself and she knew the journey back was going to be fraught with a lot of mental grief on her part.

But honesty remained ever the virtue. And though honesty could be excruciating sometimes, it could also be healing.

“Ya heard the doctor, Rosie. It’s a miracle ye’re alive,” Emmitt said, leaning in and kissing her forehead – then taking hold of both of her hands. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, BabyGirl. Ye’re stuck with me.”

He smiled brightly, Rose welling with tears just a bit more. That was exactly what she needed to hear.

“So what do I do with a miracle?” Rose asked through her sniffles, Emmitt sitting up – placing his left hand behind her neck and his right hand around her other side to her lower lumbar.

“Ya believe in the miracle,” Emmitt said, leaning in towards her to whisper. “An’ ya make yer Daddy proud.”

With that he kissed her, Rose opening her lips and making the moment a little more French. Emmitt returned the sentiment, holding the kiss for a few seconds longer.

“Well, that’s one muscle that’s workin’ right,” Emmitt said, referencing her tongue.

“Actually,” Rose said, then glancing her eyes down at the right side of her sternum. “It’s two muscles.”
Emmitt placed his hand on her chest, feeling her heavily-pounding heartbeat.

“Ye’re more than jus’ a miracle, Rose Petal,” Emmitt said with a gaze in his eyes that awakened all sorts of nerve-endings inside her body. “Ye’re my little miracle. An’ ye’ll never fall again. I’ll be there to catch ya.”

Yes, Rose’s journey back was going to be brutal. But with those simple, reassuring words, Emmitt had just cut the battle in half for her. One person versus an obstacle was daunting. But two people versus anything was do-able.

“Daddy,” Rose whispered with a little voice before smiling brightly and sweetly. “I’m gonna be home for Christmas morning.”

Also read: “The Things You Learn … Again”

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