You old-timers remember my daughter Kimberly. For those who don't know her, she was a hit and run victim at age 21 suffering traumatic brain injury, cracked eye socket, broken pelvis, destroyed right knee, lacerated liver. The paramedic on scene later told me that he took her vital signs and told his partner, "she won't make it to the hospital". This was the first of a long line of "she won't." She won't survive. She won't ever come out of the coma. She won't ever come out of the vegetative state. She won't ever come off the feeding tube or off the ventilator. Her eyes won't ever work properly. She won't ever eat solid food. She won't ever speak. She won't ever walk. She did. Ask anyone who ever encountered her at Blade, pushing her own wheelchair around and talking the ears off anyone who would listen.
Now at age 38 she lives in an independent living facility. Her choice, not ours. Her neighbors are mostly elderly people. They have been in total lockdown for weeks and weeks. Meals are brought to the rooms. She is confined to a small studio apartment. We cannot visit. Because of their precautions, they have had no cases of COVID19.
She has displayed a maturity which I did not think her capable of. She has handled this with patience, good humor and miles and miles daily on her exercise bike. I am so proud of her.
Now at age 38 she lives in an independent living facility. Her choice, not ours. Her neighbors are mostly elderly people. They have been in total lockdown for weeks and weeks. Meals are brought to the rooms. She is confined to a small studio apartment. We cannot visit. Because of their precautions, they have had no cases of COVID19.
She has displayed a maturity which I did not think her capable of. She has handled this with patience, good humor and miles and miles daily on her exercise bike. I am so proud of her.
