Mark and Ethan Dunham, January 21, 2012 |
He was 6 when it happened.
I did remember falling in the family room, and he and his
mom woke up startled. He said he was half asleep but he does remember yelling
“call 911!”
After that, it was “kinda of a blur.” He said he was not
scared though he hated the hospital.
“The smells were weird.”
Mark and Ethan Dunham, January 21, 2012 |
One night in the hospital, my wife told me on a lonely
Saturday night, “Get up, get dressed, and do NOT wear sweats. Our son needs to
see you normal. Have the room very bright, and be standing up when we get into
your room.”
I did all of that. I rehearsed my “speech” over and over. “Hey
Buddy! How’s it going.” Over and over.
The fact that I, in my head, I could say “Ethan and Heather” was OK.
However, I simply could not pronounce names and words at all. I really could not "feel" my right arm...my phantom arm.
Mark and Heather Dunham, January 21, 2012 |
What will happen to my family? I did not really care about what would happen to me. Just them.
When my family left, I wept.
The day a got out of the hospital was on our son’s 7th birthday. At the restaurant to celebrate his birthday and my release, I was so scared. When my son helped me to the restroom, I was even more sad. I assumed I was just a mental cripple.
From a CEO to a man who’s 7 year old son had to help me to
tie my shoes.
Now, he does not remember those specific evenings. Perhaps
that is his way of NOT remembering an awful time in our lives.
Now that he is 9 years old and in the Fourth Grade, sometimes he seems so melancholy. He has had to grow up too soon.
Because of me.
Because of me.
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