I'm Alive-The Rest Will Heal

This post is a journal entry more than a public blog post, but wanted to document the events that took place this last week.

Monday, June 20th I was in a single car accident and rolled my GMC Yukon.

Despite what could have been, I'm alive and the rest will heal.

As far as the accident is concerned, I don't remember
all of the details. I know I must have taken my eyes off the road--the curvy road going around the river, and looked up in time to see myself going off the right shoulder and over corrected then over corrected again and rolled. Exactly how many times I rolled I don't know, but I landed on my wheels so that's good. I was knocked unconscious and have a severe concussion, but I was only about 1-2 miles from the fire department that responded immediately so that's good. 

What I remember next was the EMT personnel cutting off my clothes. They didn't cut off my new jeans though so that's good.

I was ambulanced (new word) to EIRMC where they tended to my needs. I have a hand laceration that required surgery to repair the tendon, severe concussion, fractured sternum and am bruised from head to ankle.  I'm sure I have some whiplash too as my biggest complaint was my neck. 

I know I wasn't texting, but I may have been plugging my phone into my car charger. It was also a really hot day and I may have been adjusting the vents. I don't remember what exactly took my eyes off the road even for 2 seconds, but that's all it took to go off the shoulder on that curvy road.

That's the short story of the accident but mostly what I want to document is the part where many miracles occurred.

As I was lying in the ER I had several flash backs and one of them was of a random thought I had while getting ready to go work. I can't recall what led up to the thought, but I remember thinking, "I just want to be able to raise my kids."

Out of the blue, but absolutely the desire of my heart.

Enter my older brother. When he heard about the accident, he prayed for me and in popped a thought in his mind to pray that I'd be able to raise my kids. After he prayed that, he said he felt the Holy Spirit really strong. 

*goose bumps* 

I know it's a miracle that I'm alive, that I'm walking, that I'm not more severely injured. I know also, what I was saved for. To raise my children. That fact is loud and clear. 

Raising my children up unto the Lord has always been my goal and surviving this accident/wreck/rollover just accentuates what I've known all along.

I'm so thankful no one else was with me. I'm so thankful that no other cars were involved. I'm so thankful for my husband's tender care. I'm so thankful for all our neighbors who have brought food, expressed concern and have called or visited. I'm so very 'eternally grateful that God allowed me more time on earth. I'm thankful for good doctors and modern medicine. I'm thankful for first responders. I'm thankful for familiar faces that supplied me comfort during those first minutes/hours after the wreck. 

I'm not one for plastering social media with things that go wrong, but felt immeasurable strength knowing that the word went out to my family and many prayers were prayed in my behalf. 

I spent nearly a week in the hospital and am grateful for good nurses and good doctors, radiologists, CNA's, LPN's, the Chaplains, housekeeping and the dieticians. 

I'm thankful to be home now and for my own bed. I'm really thankful for good kids that help out because I'm going to be out of commission for a while...

The only bruise I dared share.

Doc says I'll be able to play viola again. 

Such good news since I know how much all my musician friends revere the viola...

Miracles still happen and oh how thankful I am that they still do.