This time last year my world came to a crumbling, crippling halt when I got a phone call from my Mom telling me that something was wrong with my brother.
I was thinking that he was once again either back in jail or got into some type of trouble. Well.. here's the story. He had finally been sober for nearly three months and was peer pressured into going out to a bar with some friends that he hadn't seen since he stopped drinking so they went to a bar off the regular beaten path. At that bar he was jumped and beaten up by 5 army guys. Once the ambulance arrived they insisted on bringing him to the hospital because he was kicked in the noggin several times. After the MRI came back showing a mass in his right temporal lobe (not from the fight) and required surgery asap my parents got me on the next flight out of Denver.
After his surgery I flew back to Colorado and started really pondering the importance of my family and how special they are to me. Four days after I had been back in Colorado I got another phone call from my Dad telling me that my brother, his girlfriend, and my mom were in a terrible car accident coming home from the hospital.
In rush hour traffic my mom was at a stop on the highway when a driver hit them from behind going 60+ mph while texting. After hearing this news I packed my shit and waited for my cousin to fly out to CO so that we could renegade across the country back to CT so that I could nurse my mom and brother back to health after their surgeries.
I have never had feeling of such hopelessness in my life. I have always been extremely protective of my little brother and my mom is the sweetest, kindest woman on this earth and to think that I could have lost either one of them still tugs on my heart and tear ducts. Thinking back to this still sends me into a state of disbelief thinking that I could have lost my brother not to all of his crazy and dangerous behavior but to something that was completely out of everyones hands. And even though I have a few choice words for those 5 army guys that beat up my brother I'm thankful they brawled due to the finding of his brain tumor. I thank my lucky stars everyday that they are both happy and healthy now and I've realized how precious life really is.
My brother had two surgeries following the first, each becoming more invasive and dangerous. The end result being that he had 95% of a growing benign astrocytoma brain tumor removed and will now be able to continue living his life as a hilarious 24 year old man.
I credit both my mom and brother for my new found realization that I would like to dedicate the next few years of my life to learning about the miraculous human body and becoming part of the medical field due to all the time I spent in the hospital with both of them. Thanks Mom and Bubby! xo
As you know I'm studying stuff that will lead me to a fantastic, exciting, successful career in the medical field. I have been feeling a bit discouraged as of late because I don't know exactly what path I will choose to follow? Well last week I was once again at work, surprise, surprise, and it was the busiest night I have ever had while bar-tending. We were short staffed and about 8 deep at the bar, for 4 hours I didn't lift my head from the well to speak to anyone about anything unless it involved mixing a cocktail.
And Than...... BAM!
A shot glass shatters on the bar with shards flying into my ojo ;(
We were so busy I barely had time to go to the bathroom and flush my eye with water. I thought for sure I was going to have to be a full-time pirate with a bedazzled eye patch. UGH! So after a few drinks I shook it off and decided I'd wait until the morning to go to the hospital, Not a good idea.. I repeat, Not a good idea. I woke up and me ojo/eye was not happy.
Phil brought me to the ER (very exciting, and inspiring) and the doctor numbed eye and flipped my eyelid inside out and bla bla bla.. bottom line, I can see!!! My eye is healing fine, and apparently they don't give out eye patches anymore which totally sucks! I mean they're so trendy right now..
Moral of that story is.. when in doubt go to the hospital to be re-inspired about a career in the medical field.
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