been away for awhile just came on to check out what is up and read this, Chris good luck to you all our prayers are with your daughter and family, very hard to read.
I come in here everyday to check this thread out hoping to hear some positive news. Even though I don't know you, this is on my mind daily. Here's to hoping he gets punished beyond belief....
jr11
Hello all,
I need to keep this short as I need to try to get some sleep. Kristyn was in surgery for five and a half hours yesterday and she appears to have come out of it very well. (She got both eye orbitals fixed as they were shattered). She hates the eye patches but is in good spirits as it looks like all the surgery may be behind us. Her ear and tongue have been successfully reattached and it is unbelievable to me how fast they are healing. She will be startint physical therapy as soon as tomorrow maybe as she is going to have to really work hard to loosen any adhesion's in her knees and hips(pelvis). Doctors have had her up a couple or times as that was the first thing they fixed oddly enough. Well that and they glued and stitched the two flaps of scalp back on first. Luckily she will have minimal scarring as the doctors here are absolutely top notch. I am as upbeat as I can be and will admit that I cry myself to sleep every day.
If I can be honest with you I realize I am talking to hundreds of people, some that know me and some that don't. Those that know me can probably count on one hand the times I wasn't laughing a bit too loud. Or making a joke out of anything I can generally think of. When this all happened I felt that person slip away. I lost it basically and thought that I was going to end up in an insane asylum as I watched my motionless daughter laying there with Doctors furiously trying to control the bleeding, her hair matted to her unrecognizable face, her leg twisted grotesquely on the gurney and I distinctly remember looking at the bag of ice on her chest that ultimately contained her tongue and thinking that Daddy's shouldn't have to bury their little princesses. I tell you all this because today Kristyn can speak, albeit painfully, and the first thing she said was "Daddy" to which I replied "right here Princess" and she squeezed my hand and nodded back off to sleep knowing I was there to protect here and all was going to be okay. As I sat there and rubbed her now clean hair I realized that it wasn't just me that was there the whole time, it was Him, sent by the power of people like the good folks on this website. It is then I decided to sit down and write this incredibly long diatribe (you guys are used to that) because now I know what friends and family means. Now I know that we both will be okay. Just think I never have to worry about anything ever again because, and I am not trying to be all philosophical, I am just emotional right now, but death was here and he can kiss our ass because we aren't' going anywhere yet. I owe all of that to the strength of a little girl I taught how to blow bubbles. I am so happy she is turning the corner I don't even care about anything else. I have her and that is all that matters, medical bills, petty arguments, nice cars....................fuck all that. Today I am a happy man and I owe it to all of you guys.
I cannot thank you enough. Gonna sign off for a bit, go have a good cry and count my blessings and each and every one of you are in them.
You Helped,
FDC
Hello all,
I need to keep this short as I need to try to get some sleep. Kristyn was in surgery for five and a half hours yesterday and she appears to have come out of it very well. (She got both eye orbitals fixed as they were shattered). She hates the eye patches but is in good spirits as it looks like all the surgery may be behind us. Her ear and tongue have been successfully reattached and it is unbelievable to me how fast they are healing. She will be startint physical therapy as soon as tomorrow maybe as she is going to have to really work hard to loosen any adhesion's in her knees and hips(pelvis). Doctors have had her up a couple or times as that was the first thing they fixed oddly enough. Well that and they glued and stitched the two flaps of scalp back on first. Luckily she will have minimal scarring as the doctors here are absolutely top notch. I am as upbeat as I can be and will admit that I cry myself to sleep every day.
If I can be honest with you I realize I am talking to hundreds of people, some that know me and some that don't. Those that know me can probably count on one hand the times I wasn't laughing a bit too loud. Or making a joke out of anything I can generally think of. When this all happened I felt that person slip away. I lost it basically and thought that I was going to end up in an insane asylum as I watched my motionless daughter laying there with Doctors furiously trying to control the bleeding, her hair matted to her unrecognizable face, her leg twisted grotesquely on the gurney and I distinctly remember looking at the bag of ice on her chest that ultimately contained her tongue and thinking that Daddy's shouldn't have to bury their little princesses. I tell you all this because today Kristyn can speak, albeit painfully, and the first thing she said was "Daddy" to which I replied "right here Princess" and she squeezed my hand and nodded back off to sleep knowing I was there to protect here and all was going to be okay. As I sat there and rubbed her now clean hair I realized that it wasn't just me that was there the whole time, it was Him, sent by the power of people like the good folks on this website. It is then I decided to sit down and write this incredibly long diatribe (you guys are used to that) because now I know what friends and family means. Now I know that we both will be okay. Just think I never have to worry about anything ever again because, and I am not trying to be all philosophical, I am just emotional right now, but death was here and he can kiss our ass because we aren't' going anywhere yet. I owe all of that to the strength of a little girl I taught how to blow bubbles. I am so happy she is turning the corner I don't even care about anything else. I have her and that is all that matters, medical bills, petty arguments, nice cars....................fuck all that. Today I am a happy man and I owe it to all of you guys.
I cannot thank you enough. Gonna sign off for a bit, go have a good cry and count my blessings and each and every one of you are in them.
You Helped,
FDC
Hello all,
I need to keep this short as I need to try to get some sleep. Kristyn was in surgery for five and a half hours yesterday and she appears to have come out of it very well. (She got both eye orbitals fixed as they were shattered). She hates the eye patches but is in good spirits as it looks like all the surgery may be behind us. Her ear and tongue have been successfully reattached and it is unbelievable to me how fast they are healing. She will be startint physical therapy as soon as tomorrow maybe as she is going to have to really work hard to loosen any adhesion's in her knees and hips(pelvis). Doctors have had her up a couple or times as that was the first thing they fixed oddly enough. Well that and they glued and stitched the two flaps of scalp back on first. Luckily she will have minimal scarring as the doctors here are absolutely top notch. I am as upbeat as I can be and will admit that I cry myself to sleep every day.
If I can be honest with you I realize I am talking to hundreds of people, some that know me and some that don't. Those that know me can probably count on one hand the times I wasn't laughing a bit too loud. Or making a joke out of anything I can generally think of. When this all happened I felt that person slip away. I lost it basically and thought that I was going to end up in an insane asylum as I watched my motionless daughter laying there with Doctors furiously trying to control the bleeding, her hair matted to her unrecognizable face, her leg twisted grotesquely on the gurney and I distinctly remember looking at the bag of ice on her chest that ultimately contained her tongue and thinking that Daddy's shouldn't have to bury their little princesses. I tell you all this because today Kristyn can speak, albeit painfully, and the first thing she said was "Daddy" to which I replied "right here Princess" and she squeezed my hand and nodded back off to sleep knowing I was there to protect here and all was going to be okay. As I sat there and rubbed her now clean hair I realized that it wasn't just me that was there the whole time, it was Him, sent by the power of people like the good folks on this website. It is then I decided to sit down and write this incredibly long diatribe (you guys are used to that) because now I know what friends and family means. Now I know that we both will be okay. Just think I never have to worry about anything ever again because, and I am not trying to be all philosophical, I am just emotional right now, but death was here and he can kiss our ass because we aren't' going anywhere yet. I owe all of that to the strength of a little girl I taught how to blow bubbles. I am so happy she is turning the corner I don't even care about anything else. I have her and that is all that matters, medical bills, petty arguments, nice cars....................fuck all that. Today I am a happy man and I owe it to all of you guys.
I cannot thank you enough. Gonna sign off for a bit, go have a good cry and count my blessings and each and every one of you are in them.
You Helped,
FDC
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