Concussive syndrome

Yesterday was one year since Jon's accident and brain injury. Today we got more requests for information from the disability people and a phone call from them. I am so thankful that Jon is living and doing well. This past year has been full of adjustments and changes, but I think that we have done great. I can remember every detail of March 1st of last year. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. Jon went with Dad in the morning to get some mulch, and then after lunch Jon decided to go on a bike ride. I left a few minutes earlier to take Josie and Bella to the dog park and then go to the grocery. When I got in the car from the dog park, the phone rang and it was my neighbor telling me that Jon had been in an accident. He had been taken to Vanderbilt in an ambulance. Just then, an ambulance passed me with the siren going. My brain went into some other type of survival mode. I dropped Josie and Bella off at Rebecca's place, and starting driving down West End to Vanderbilt. At the same time I called Rebecca, and thank God I reached her. She was going to meet me at the ER. Then I talked to Rob, Mom, and Vicki . It was a miracle to reach them all. When I got to the hospital, I was shaking so hard that I couldn't park. They were so kind to me, parked my car and took me in. Rebecca was there. Mom and Dad arrived shortly thereafter. Finally I got to see Jon. He was all cut up on his face and head. The ambulance drivers gave me his helmet which was dented. The miracle also was that the man who found Jon, J.D. saw the bike on the side of the road and stopped to see why someone had left it there. Jon was down the hill, almost in the ravine. J.D. called the ambulance and recognised Jon, so he called my neighbor who had my cell phone number. Thank God Jon was found.

Rob came home and Heather came first. She was here when I took Jon home from the hospital, and was a huge help. Rob was great emotional support and help also, as was Rebecca of course. I couldn't have made it without the kids. Jon was in another world, and I was so afraid that he would be that way forever. He told me that he didn't really feel anything for me anymore. I knew it was just his injury talking, but still, it was like a knife in my heart. Sometimes now, I get angry when he gets confused or exhibits signs of this concussive syndrome. Then, I feel so sad and guilty. Things are doing well though, and it could have been so much worse. Rehab helped a lot, and just time helped too. You never know when your life will just be flipped upside down, so it is good to try to enjoy every momemt that you are able.