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May 15, 2020 Was the Beginning of One of The Most Stressful and Meaningful Times of My Life
My phone rang. A voice on the other end said, “Danica?-this is EMS. Your father has just been involved in a motorcycle accident.”
My heart stopped. My mind began racing. Panic was setting in. I knew my father wasn’t wearing a helmet because he never does. What were the chances he would survive this? What would I tell my 7-year-old son who considered grandpa one of his BEST friends? There was no way I could handle this.
I looked up. My 13-year-old was watching me. I realized I needed to stay calm. I couldn’t control the outcomes. I had to just take each moment as it came to me.
My father had been riding his Harley when another driver ran a stop sign and hit him.
Somehow, my father did not have a head injury. He had a severe leg injury and wrist injury. They weren’t sure if they would be able to save his leg.
What followed was multiple surgeries, physical rehab, and a loss of independence for my dad for 5 months. My dad could not put weight on his leg for 5 months so he used a walker and a wheelchair. He depended on me for meals, groceries, doctor appointments, and more.
