The 'call'

[Guest guest]

Last week I received the `call'. Not just any call…the one that's

every parent's nightmare. The caller said that my daughter had been

involved in a horrific automobile accident. A cold sweat rolled

down my back as this stranger I would later come to know as an angel

of mercy provided the location. That's about all I remember of the

call or driving to the scene except for the knot in the pit of my

stomach.

Local law enforcement had cordoned off the road so I pulled off to

the side. A female Sheriff began to lecture me on the way I was

driving but I ran past her & skirted the barricade. Several

ambulances were already on scene. I identified myself, then asked

the nearest officer where my daughter was…he hesitated, then asked

which one. The dark realization hit…both my children were in the

vehicle.

18 hours after it all began, a broken bone, 5 dozen stitches and many

cuts & bruises between them, my children were on their way home from

the hospital. Yes, worse for wear but alive…I got down on my knees

and thanked the Good Lord for all the angels he sent along the way to

care for and watch over my children.

I am so grateful that my children survived that little else matters.

I know what lies ahead for them; months of healing for the physical

injuries, perhaps longer for the mental scars left from the crash. I

will be there for them to give love & support, and do whatever's

necessary to see them well once again. This will undoubtedly test my

metal as the stress of the event has brought on yet another flare.

The symptoms are unmistakable… the throbbing from the granulomas

erupting behind my ears & inside my nose, the headache from those

forming in my sinus, the burning, migraine like pain in the back of

my head, the ensuing vision issues, & the seething pain in my

extremities. The right side of my face feels peculiar…I wonder out

loud if I will once again lose the feeling on one side of my face. I

don't need this crap right now…my children need me. I hate this

disease and all the misery it brings with it. I will be damned if

I'll let the beast pull me away from my children into the dark depths

of his abyss.

The jury is still out on the effectiveness of the Cellcept. Since I

went into remission around the same time I began the meds, the only

noticeable difference in how I feel has come from the side

effects...the nausea, the shakes, the swollen feet & hands. I

suppose the severity or lack there of from this event will eventually

tell the tale of the drug's effectiveness. Fingers crossed that the

poison I have chosen will be worth the risk…