Saturday, 30 January 2021

 



 

 SATURDAY, MAY 23, 2009

 

                            Experience in the First Degree!

 

Let me start with the situation that has prompted this blog. In September of 2006, my husband was sitting in a left turn lane waiting to make his turn. A woman in an oncoming vehicle chose that intersection to look for something on her dash while speeding up to get through because the light had turned yellow. Her attention was not where it should be and consequently, she drove into his car leaving him an incomplete quadriplegic with damage to the C3 and 4, and C5 and 6 areas of his spine. This was the beginning of a most incredible journey in pain, suffering, emotional upheaval, and abject fear.

 

 

I had been cleaning the house and getting ready for a nice evening starting with a great dinner and quiet time with Wayne. Everything was set but it was starting to get a bit late. I checked my watch to see what time it was. I was expecting him to be home or at least call me around 3 or 3:30. It was now 4:30 and no call. The phone rang around 5 and I thought about him. Imagine my surprise to hear an unfamiliar voice asking me if this was Mrs. Persall? I said yes tentatively, thinking I was going to get sold a set of golf clubs or a free trip. She said she was calling from the Royal Columbian Hospital to let me know that they had my husband there and that he had been involved in a car accident. I expressed alarm and she reassured me that they were just waiting for x-rays to come back to confirm whether he had any broken bones or not. I said I would be there right away and her next sentence chills me to this very day. She said "Don't rush!"

 

I got to emergency and asked where he was. They pointed me in the right direction and as I got closer to his spot, I could hear him crying and calling out for help please this hurts so bad! They  didn't dare give him anything for the pain until the neuropathic surgeon had seen him because they could  mask something critical. It broke my heart to see him so bad off. He had a collar around his neck and wasn't moving much and as soon as he saw me, he begged me to find someone to help him get something for the pain. It took another hour before the surgeon was there to see him and the x-rays. We were told that he would be staying in the hospital for a bit and that although he was paralyzed at the moment, he should


expect a 95% chance of recovery. I was terrified for him but positive in my outlook because of that information. It is now May of 2009 and Wayne still has not walked. He has had some recovery and is hopeful of more but we  aren't there yet.

 

 

In this journey we have met some wonderful and some terrible people. The medical system is already stressed to the max but needs to provide so much more. He spent 16 months in hospital and GF Strong in Vancouver and received many different levels of care. There doesn't seem to be any real qualifier when it comes to quadriplegia. This experience has changed both of us and I might add, for the better. It is hard to believe that such a terrible thing could bring good positive changes to your life but it is true. I have come to realize my inner strength and my limitations. My love for life and how wonderful it can be is fortified even more. I love my husband with all my heart and that won't change. It is said that 90% of spouses and loved ones will leave a situation like this because it is just too hard to deal with. I have to say that I understand that and don't judge those who can't handle it. I take my hat off to those who stick with it (including myself) because believe me it isn't easy! I want to share this experience because there is a light at the end of the tunnel and people need to know it. Others will share similar experiences and likely will feel the same frustrations and anger that we felt. They need to know there is help to be found and that they are not alone. I felt terribly alone and desolate. So, this light will shine for others and I will continue to update regularly while telling the rest of the story. I am thankful for a loving God in my life and a mother who taught me that courage doesn’t come from fists but rather the tiny little voice in the quiet that says

"You can do it." Peace!

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