Boosting up the Miracle Man
Organized by: Jade Morel
Country Roads...see you later. Back to where we belong...PENNSYLVANIA
August 22, 2016
Thank you, friend, for taking the time to visit this page. This could be a sad story...very sad...heart wrenching. BUT I am not a sad story teller, and my dad isn't the protagonist of a sad story.
My dad, Kevin, is a bad ass, a miracle man, our real life "wolverine".
July 29th started as one of the most beautiful and perfect days for our family, and it ended as one of the most tragic.
My dad was in a boating accident. The juxtaposition of the beautiful day we were having and this event was the harshest blow we’ve ever been dealt as a family. What followed that sunny afternoon was truly a miracle.
My dad survived. He was rescued. The paramedics arrived within minutes to our house and transported him by ambulance to the airport. The helicopter again arrived within minutes to transport him to Ruby Memorial in Morgantown. And again, within minutes he was in surgery. We estimate from the time of the accident to the time he was in surgery, about 1 hour 20 minutes transpired. Miracle.
To call my dad’s medical team brilliant is an understatement. What they were able to do in the following hours was yet again, a miracle. I won’t get into the gory details, to spare those of you who may be squeamish (you’re welcome).
Over the next several days, my dad Kevin underwent several surgeries that had him in the OR for hours on end. And every single time the doctors came to us with positive news. They were able to entirely reconstruct his hip, to treat his wound effectively to prevent infection, to keep him alive! (Admittedly, I am a dillitante when it comes to medicine, so I'm keeping things very basic).
I think several days passed before anyone would even say “out of the woods”. In fact, I suppose no one has said that to us yet, but we are in a much better place than we were.
So today we sit on eighteen days post-accident. My dad is still at Ruby Memorial Hospital in their step-down unit. My step-mom Kathy has not left his side. We’ve had countless prayers, cards, phone calls, texts, visits, etc. from our friends, family and co-workers.
Remember the understatement of the brilliant medical team? They are all in awe of what my dad has been through and where he is today. We all are.
And only yesterday did it really sink in for me “Oh shit…. eight surgeries, 18 + days in the hospital, in patient rehab on the horizon, more surgeries, dad not working, Kathy not working, etc.”. What are we going to do?
We’ll take your prayers, well wishes, and good thoughts any day and all day, and we thank you and hope you keep them coming. IF you would like to make a small contribution to lift some of the burden of heavy medical and rehab expenses , then again, we will be so grateful.
For those of you who know me, I don’t like being out of control of situations. I feel utterly helpless, and I just want to DO something. So this is my act of doing, and this is my method of actually providing something than “Uh…I don’t know, I’ll get back to you” with all of your amazing pleas of “how can we help”?
I promise a huge party when my dad (aka Kevin, Veg, Wolverine, The Miracle Man) is back at home. I love you all, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of your support thus far.