stopped breathing entirely. As the doctors hurried to supply me with oxygen,
theyalsodecidedthelocalhospitalwasunequippedtohandlethesituationand
orderedahelicoptertoflymetoalargerhospitalinCincinnati.
Iwasrolledoutoftheemergencyroomdoorsandtowardthehelipadacross
the street. The stretcher rattled on a bumpy sidewalk as one nurse pushed me
alongwhileanotherpumpedeachbreathintomebyhand.Mymother,whohad
arrivedatthehospitalafewmomentsbefore,climbedintothehelicopterbeside
me.Iremainedunconscious and unable tobreatheon my own assheheld my
handduringtheflight.
While my mother rode with me in the helicopter, my father went home to
check on my brother and sister and break the news to them. He choked back
tearsasheexplainedtomysisterthathewouldmisshereighth-gradegraduation
ceremony that night. After passing my siblings off to family and friends, he
drovetoCincinnatitomeetmymother.
When my mom and I landed on the roof of the hospital, a team of nearly
twenty doctors and nurses sprinted onto the helipad and wheeled me into the
traumaunit.Bythistime,theswellinginmybrainhadbecomesoseverethatI
was having repeated post-traumatic seizures. My broken bones needed to be
fixed,butIwasinnoconditiontoundergosurgery.Afteryetanotherseizure—
mythirdoftheday—Iwasputintoamedicallyinducedcomaandplacedona
ventilator.
My parents were no strangers to this hospital. Ten years earlier, they had
enteredthesamebuildingonthegroundflooraftermysisterwasdiagnosedwith
leukemiaatagethree.Iwasfiveatthetime.Mybrotherwasjustsixmonthsold.
After two and a half years of chemotherapy treatments, spinal taps, and bone
marrow biopsies, my little sister finally walked out of the hospital happy,
healthy, and cancer free. And now, after ten years of normal life, my parents
foundthemselvesbackinthesameplacewithadifferentchild.
WhileIslippedintoacoma,thehospitalsentapriestandasocialworkerto
comfort my parents. It was the same priest who had met with them a decade
earlierontheeveningtheyfoundoutmysisterhadcancer.
Asdayfadedintonight,aseriesofmachineskeptmealive.Myparentsslept
restlesslyonahospitalmattress—onemomenttheywouldcollapsefromfatigue,
thenexttheywouldbewideawakewithworry.Mymotherwouldtellmelater,
“ItwasoneoftheworstnightsI’veeverhad.”
MYRECOVERY