You go to sleep at night thinking that when you wake up things will be the same. You go to sleep thinking that nothing will go wrong throughout the night and when you wake up you’re world will be the same. Sometimes, its the complete opposite.
Last week at 1:30am on Wednesday my whole world turned upside down. My mom got a call that my brother fell 30 feet onto the expressway. When I got that call everything stopped, I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t function.
My brother is my world, me means more to me then I can ever explain. He’s my best friend, I tell him everything and he tells me everything. So a world without him isn’t a happy world.
He’s currently in a coma, he has a broken leg, fractured skull, fractured cheek bones, fractured temple. He had two brain bleeds in his brain on the left side. He also has an infection in his lungs, and bruising in his lungs.
Yesterday seemed to be a good day, they took him off very very very very little of the sedition that they had him on and he was very active. He grabbed my hand, now that could have just been a reflex of his or he really knew it was me, either way, I’ll take it. That hand grab may not seem like a lot to all of you but it means everything to me.
Today so far, he isn’t as active, he isn’t moving as much, he isn’t moving his right side (which the left side of the brain controls, & thats where the bleeds were). I don’t care how my brother wake up, if he can’t talk, can’t see, can’t hear, can’t walk, or can’t even remember who I am, I’m just ready for him to wake up.
One thing that has really been bothering me lately is that people are taking so much for granted. You never know when the best thing you have in life can be gone. I don’t know what I would do without my brother, he means the world to me.
I’m so beyond thankful for my Chi Omega sisters, best friends, friends, family, and really everyone. You truly, truly, find out who your real friends are when you go through something like this. Being in St. Louis (when we are, and all our family is, in Chicago) is the hardest thing.
Its so hard trying to take care of my mom and worry about my brother. Sometimes I think, who is taking care of me? Who is worrying about me? Then I have to stop being selfish and put that smile on and be that strong girl everyone believes me to be. Its hard, I’m exhausted, I’m tired, I’m drained, I’m an emotional bitch (even more then I was before). It’s hard. I’m ready to be back in Chicago with my brother.
Thank you everyone for all of your prayers and thoughts. Who ever, or whatever you believe in for a higher power, please keep praying for my brother Andre.