Happy Brain Injury Awareness Month, y'all. According to the CDC, "[A]n estimated 135,000 sports- and recreation-related TBIs.. are treated in U.S. emergency departments each year." That's right, 135,000. So do your friends and family a favor; wear a helmet when you do super fun things! Trust me, TBI's aren't all they're cracked up to be...I was convinced that yesterday, the one-year anniversary of Trevor's first accident and two-month anniversary of his second, was going to be hell. For the most part, I was right. Generally the word 'anniversary' has a positive connotation, with images of happiness, love and good memories. This anniversary, however, includes none of those things.
It has officially been a year since all of our lives have been drastically changed. The first accident was really hard in the fact that we had no idea what to do or what to expect. The second accident has been a million times worse. Although we sort of know what to do, we have no idea what to expect. There is no way of knowing where Trevor's going to be a year from now, and to me, that's the scariest thing ever.
I believe that God throws each of us about five percent more than we can actually handle in life, just to test us. But in my family's case, I'm almost certain he got his math messed up. During the first accident, we were tough as nails and had full control over our emotions. This time on the other hand, we are a chaos-filled disaster.
After Trevor beat death once, we thought we had a bunch of good luck coming our way. But apparently we were wrong; we're on some sort of nasty streak of bad luck. We were planning on throwing him a huge one-year anniversary bash, thinking that he would be all fine and dandy and that we could celebrate a new year and move forward. But instead we're stuck in another hospital having to go through everything we've already gone through, but exponentially worse.
It's like a sick form of déja vu that none of us are quite ready to handle...
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