How can you survive from a broken leg due to a fall, then an external fixate to keep the leg in place was attached, a rod inserted to that very same leg, go through rehab for over 5 months, fall again and have a brain bleed, fall again then have a partial hip replacement, more hospitalization and rehab, contact colon cancer, have that operation then catch pneumonia and from that, followed a collapsed lung, by a tracheotomy and a ileostomy bag, all hospitalization and now again, rehab? I forgot to mention losing weight that leaves you unable to even stand, and not eating solids in months, many months! In the midst of all that I was told to prepare for the end, a Molst application would be needed! (Medical Orders for Life-Sustaining Treatment) in this case end of life.
But she is a fighter, my daughter. If she doesn’t want to do something, she doesn’t. If you tell her she is going to die, she won’t hear you as she rebounds from whatever there is to deal with. She has more courage than anyone I know of, she is a fighter, pugnacious and determined.
She is what is meant by: “Never say die”!
Scared as she has no idea why these things happen to her, unable to express her pain, where it is and not understanding our coaxing, she fights on alone in a darkness that will never leave her. She is developmentally disabled, can’t speak, can’t convey much of her feelings, but she is alive and will fight for every breath in her being. This was the fight of her life, and she won.
I’m proud of her.
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