For the past five days I've been in Arizona spending time with my sister and family. Last week was literally the epitome of stress and anxiety. Later in the week {when we could exhale} it was filled with laughter, gratitude, and tears of joy. My sister went from the Intensive Care Unit, to Trauma, to the Physical Therapy Ward.
Chanelle is doing much better after one week and two days post accident.
Her current prognosis; she still has the pool of blood on the left side of the brain. This will take some time for the brain to completely absorb. This injury caused some damage, and manifests itself with her altered humor, temperament, taste for food and drink, and short term memory. Her clavicle is broken, but the pelvis is fractured. She is working with amazing physical therapists daily. The goal being to get her coordination and strength returned, while working her joints and preventing atrophy from bed rest.
Sister also works with an occupational therapist to flex her brain. They ask her numerous questions, critical thinking situations, and have her solve riddles and puzzles. In short, she's exhausted. But we remind her that she keeps asking to go home, and her only ticket is through following the strict regimen. She's working very hard on doing what the physicians ask of her, and I'm sure she'll be out of the hospital as soon as feasibly possible.
I want to thank the fifty people that have visited my sister and family at the hospital. Thank you to the people who have sent flowers, cards, brownies, balloons, and delicious meals. Thank you to the kind nurses, doctors, therapists and support staff. And least of all, best of all, thank you to each of you that have sent their prayers, good thoughts and encouragement to not only my family, but myself. I am deeply touched. Four friends candidly told me that they don't even believe in God, and or aren't religious, but they were going to pray to a higher power on our behalf. I was completely in awe. Please accept my honest gratitude for all that you have done, and continue to do.
Love,
The Yazzies, Pennicks, and Mattices
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For the past five days I've been in Arizona spending time with my sister and family. Last week was literally the epitome of stress and anxiety. Later in the week {when we could exhale} it was filled with laughter, gratitude, and tears of joy. My sister went from the Intensive Care Unit, to Trauma, to the Physical Therapy Ward. Chanelle is doing much better after one week and two days post accident.
Yesterday was a long, frightening day. But by evening I received some amazing news. Chanelle's brain stopped bleeding in one chamber. It's still bleeding in another area, but the Neurologist was pleased with the progress. He was able to take Chanelle off of the respirator and she came to a little bit and spoke! Doc said she has a very long recovery ahead of her, but he feels that she's out of the danger zone.
Yesterday morning my baby sister Chanelle was hit by a drunk driver. She sustained serious injuries and is under supervision in the intensive care unit at the hospital. She is my little sweet heart, and I love her dearly. Bryan and I are working on getting our responsibilities covered, so that we may join my family at this difficult time. I am a strong believer in the power of prayer. I humbly ask that you remember my sister and family in your thoughts and prayers. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Since the Christmas decorations have come down, I've been reworking the decor in my house. I required a fresh look to make me smile. Check out quaint ideas over at Decor8 {click.} My table top has literally changed landscapes every day this week. This was Monday's look. I call it "The Mad Hatter." Are you in re-styling mode as well?
