Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Notes from the past

While I am waiting for Berk to put the finishing touches on his completed story of the accident, I have decided to fill the recent void in activity with excerpts from the journals my friends and family wrote.

My mom (Tracy) after her and my dad arrived at the hospital -

Sunday June 4th,
9:30 am - "We arrived at Spectrum (the hospital), first time we saw Matt.  His left eye was purple and swollen shut.  Tubes are connected to everything...Matt was unconscious.  His left arm was tied down.  His right arm doesn't move.  He kicks when nurses or doctors try to do something.  Mark (Dad) squeezed his hand, Matt squeezed back.  We are not sure if it was purposeful, but it happened three times.  He also looked as if he tried to open his right eye a tiny, wee bit.  I would say, "I can see you trying to open your eye," and he would do it again.  We feel strongly he knew we were with him."

I have no recollection of the above events, but I believe that I could hear and feel them.

Monday June 5th,
1:55 am - "Nurse called while at the hospitality house.  They needed permission to put in a heart catheter to monitor heart, swelling and pressure were rising (intracranial)."
4:40 am - "Received a phone call wanting us to come Matt right away.  They were taking him for a CAT scan before putting him in a drug-induced coma."
7:00 am - "About when EEG was hooked up.  Pentabarbital and coma began.  Matt's head is very swollen, especially on the right now. PRAY PRAY PRAY."

I feel that it would be wrong of me to divulge the emotional and physical details of my ordeal without first tell you where I am now in my life, ten years later.  This way, you can see how bad it was for me and my family and  how far one can go from there.
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Present day:

I am 27 years old and live in North Carolina.  When I was 23, I graduated from college with a bachelors degree in Marketing with an emphasis in Sales.  A few months after graduation, I got my first job as a Pharmaceutical Sales Representative and am still in that position.  I have been married for two and a half years to the most wonderful woman (More on that in later posts).  Five months ago we had our first child, Noah Matthew, who has given me a renewed passion for life. 

I want those who visits with blog to know about the present, because you need to know that no matter how bad it gets, miracles do happen.

Please feel free to comment with any questions you have for me, my friends, or my family.

Below is a recent picture of my son.

God Bless!

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2 comments:

  1. Hi Matt,
    I don't really know how I fell into reading your blog...I am so interested to know more about your recovery from your accident and your brain injury.
    I have a very dear friend that has a son that was in a very serious accident that sounds so very similar to yours. He is a wonderful,bright 16 year old (catholic also),and is recovering from 6 weeks of ICU and is now in a rehab hospital and the family is struggling so much. He is in a very agitated state right now,is relearning everything, speech,swallowing,sitting etc. Is there anywhere that you have more information about your recovery...your story sounds so encouraging...would love to hear more.
    thanks for sharing...
    my blessings to you.
    I would love to send you more about John...his facebook page is "Please Pray for John Wachtel" if you would like to hear Johns current story.
    I would love to hear from you,my email is gayle.zibilich@gmail.com
    thanks so much!
    Gayle

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  2. Hi Matt,

    My father has been in the ICU for the last 6 days. And these have been the 6 most heartbreaking, difficult days of my entire life. My youngest brother is only 7 years old and has no clue what is going on.
    As I read your journal entries I sit in a pool of tears. Just like you, my dad is weak on his right arm and has had his left arm restrained. He hasn't opened his eyes but we see them moving around below his lids. When i speak to him, he starts to fidget and I truly believe he can hear me. And today, he had tears roll down his cheeks twice after my mother and I spoke to him. I swear I feel like he can hear us!! But this mornorning it was so discouraging to go to the hospital for the 5th day and see that he has yet to open his eyes and give some sign he is concious. But after reading your blog, you have renewed my hope and faith that my dad has a chance. Thank you!

    Lolita
    lolita87@att.net

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