My baby brother Danny was in a car accident last night. Its pretty bad. He has several broken bones in his neck, a broken eye socket, a sever head injury, broken jaw, broken facial bones, and a skull fracture. They also suspect he may have lost a lot of his hearing. He is hearing impaired as it is! He is in critical condition right now at University of Utah Hospital.
We don’t know a lot right now as far as his prognosis goes. He had a CT scan but I am not sure what the results were there. He is just completely out of it right now.
Please, if you pray, just add Danny to it. He could really use it right now.
Monthly Archive for May, 2007
We finally decided that we are going to move. It’s been a black and forth game for 8 months now. In April we were 100% sure, but then had the catch of “well I am trying to start a business, maybe we should see what happens there”. Truth be told starting a business is not a money maker. In fact its the opposite. It just put us further into debt and made me even more stressed out. We are in debt up to our eyeballs with no where to go with it. John is working overtime more than he is home. Its just not the life I envisioned for us. John is never around. I never thought in a million years that when I decided to have kids, that I would be doing it alone. And that is what has happened to us.
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The summer before Gaivn turned two is when we first suspected something wasn’t right with him. At the time he knew maybe 4 words, and didn’t use any of those four words consistently. He seemed to be lost inside of himself most of the day, never aknowledging his surroundings or even people for that matter. He wanted to spend his whole day rewinding and fast forwarding his DVR’ed Little Einstein episodes. Back then I just thought he was smart cause hey, what 18 month old kid knows how to use the remote? But the repetitivness just became something I loathed. Something I knew was a symptom of autism but didn’t want to face. Just when I’d start to worry to the point of churning up an ulcer or two that something was seriously wrong, he’d do something incredible. He always had this fascination with letters in numbers. It was borderline obsessive the way that he would always point out numbers where ever we went. Last summer he began his recognition of numbers. He couldn’t say mom or dad, yet he could tell you “twenty-one”, and it was a 21.
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