God is with her, she will not   fall. God will help her at break of day.



From 9/2012 until 1/2013

Posted by SheWillNotFall on January 4, 2013 at 9:20 PM

A lot has been happening in my life since I last written in here. The last time I updated this website we were having a lot of problems with my van, and we had a couple fund raisers scheduled in order to raise some money to pay for a new one. Not only did we get a new van, but I also got a new wheelchair that has a standing feature built in. This way I can stand at home and continue with therapy even when I am not with my therapist. The only reason that any of this was possible was because of my amazing friends and family, their ability to spread the word, and the amount that they helped me.

I have not been able to use the new wheelchair yet because I have not been able to stand without a boot. As of yesterday (1/3/2013) I was given the clear to go ahead and continue with therapy without any restrictions. So hopefully within the next week or two we will get my new wheelchair adjusted correctly, and I can start standing and it.

Toward the end of last year I also got three dental implants. So far I just have the screws, and I will get the custom abutments around May of this year.

My birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas flew by. It seems as though it was one after another. For my birthday and Thanksgiving, I celebrated it with just a quiet, immediate family get together. And for Christmas, my extended family came into town and we celebrated it together.

The Wednesday after Christmas (12/26/2012) is a day that I will never forget. Around 11pm that night  I had my parents call 911. (A lot of this night and the following day, I do not remember, and have no recollection of it at all. I have heard the stories from the people who were there and have kind of formed my own story of what happened.) The only thing that I can remember is just being in my room and then all of a sudden I opened my eyes and the paramedics just appeared out of thin air. They kept telling me that my numbers and vital were fine, and that the only reason they would take me to the emergency room is if I wanted to go. I was having trouble forming sentences and my lips/tongue were tingling. The only thing I could seem to repeat were the words, “something wrong, not right”

I do not remember them getting me on the gurney, going down the hallway, or loading me up in the ambulance. My brother was telling me that he was looking out the kitchen window, and he saw the ambulance shaking violently. He ran outside, and yanked open the ambulance door, and they told him that I was having a seizure. After the first seizure (the type of seizure I had was called a Tonic-clonic seizure. It is of the one mostly associated with epilepsy, which I do not have) I became completely unresponsive.  My mom rode up front, while my brother and dad followed behind. When we got to the emergency room, my mom had already called my other brother, grandparents, and all of my best friends. They took me in to the ICU, incubated me (I wasted no time ripping out the breathing tube, which caused me to aspirate. Which also ended up giving me pneumonia.) And while they were working on me (they did have to break the seal to the crash cart, but they did not have to use the paddles onme)  I had a another seizure.

They were not thinking that I was going to pull through. I was not responding, and I had no idea who I was, who my parents were, or who any of my friends were. But that night the whole ICU waiting room was full of my friends and family, and they just gathered around and prayed. I spent two nights in ICU, then they moved me to a regular room where I also stayed two nights, and I was discharged on Sunday December 30, 2012. (During which we found out I was Anemic and they ended up giving me a unit of blood. My Hemaglobin was 6, normal is 13)


One of the scariest things in life is not knowing why something is happening to you. What is even scarier is when something is happening to you, and you aren’t even aware that it is. I can not imagine how my loved ones felt when I was not responding, or when they would come and try to talk to me and I would just stare straight through them. If there is one thing for sure, it is that I am here for a reason. I may have no idea what that reason is, and I may not find out for a while, but I am winning all of these battles. Apparently, it is going to take more than a wheelchair, a wreck, and two major seizures to even throw this girl off her game the slightest bit.


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Reply Aunt Trish
10:56 PM on January 4, 2013 
I'll say it again and again...YOU are an inspiration to us all.