My friend.
My friend who was in a coma.
Woke up. After 2 months. AFter almost dying. After being on a ventilator , a trach and a feeding tube.
On New Year's Eve.
I sat at a Gala Event in a beautiful red dress ---- numb.
Thinking of nothing but her.
The decorations were perfect.
The women were dressed to the nines.
Real Housewifes of Kentucky so to speak.
Sugar Daddies with their little women.
Governers and officials.
A really interesting event to say the least.
I rode in a limo to and from the event.
I held a champagne glass up for a toast.
I put on a hat for New Years.
But I could not reel that festive spirit in.
New Years meant nothing to me.
But my friend - awak and aware. Meant everything.
I couldnt' shake the depression I had fallen into since she fell ill in Nov. I didn't even realize myself til that night that I was very much battling with the reprecussions of such emotional trauma in ones life. I didn't realize until I couldn't muster up any emotions ---- worthy of her exciting news.
Why?
I was terrified.
That it wasn't true.
That it was "reaching."
That it was a fluke.
A cruel joke.
I was holding my breath with every moment of that party. Thinking of what she was doing and what it meant. Would she remember me?
Would she continue her progress?
Was she hurting?
What did she sound like.
I was told only that she was answering yes and no questions. Sitting up in a recliner. Saying hello to people when prompted. This was purposeful action.
On our way home the next day from Kentucky----- I made my husband stop so that I could see her.
The car pulled up in the driveway and we came to a halt. My stomach lurched and I couldn't get the car door open fast enough.
I remember the hollow sounds of my boots on the driveway.
Ringing the doorbell I had no breath.
It opened and I could see that she was in the recliner.
I said hello to her family ---- and went to her.
Sat on the stool next to her and surveyed the situation.
My sweet beautiful friend. Still --- was not who she had been.
Then her head turned.
"It's me Krista, Debby. I heard you woke up and I came as soon as I could. " I whispered as I bent close to her face.
She stared at me….
turned her head to the side , made a mad face and sighed.
Her sister came in and said" Say Hi to Debby. "
And in the sweetest most muffled , garbled most beautiful voice------- she said
Hi debby.
As tears streamed down my face I said--- do you remember me.
" yes. "
The grips of depression and the emotional chains fell .
It was real.
She was there.
I had to leave the room for several instances. When she was able to tell someone how many fingers they had up
It meant she could see.
When she answered " YES" TO a statement that I made: about her and I getting so old… it meant that her mind was safe. That she understood sarcasm.
She should be dead.
Thank you --- all of you for praying for her.
Her recovery will be long and the extent of her injuries from anoxia are not yet known. But as her shackles fell--- so did mine.
MY FRIEND IS ALIVE AND BACK !!!
