I realize some people who are viewing this blog may not know or understand what happened on May 4th. Now that appointments are spaced out and I have a few minutes of down time (yay for Kaleb's nap time!), I thought I would share Tim's story.
On Wednesday, May 4th, Tim and his dad were working to cut down a dead pine tree on our property. Tim was manning the chain saw, and his dad was on the tractor. The tree was cut, and it fell exactly where they had intended; however, in the process of falling, a limb was caught on a nearby tree. This limb snapped off, falling 20-30 feet, and hit Tim on his head/face.
Tim was knocked out for a minute or two, his lip and mouth were cut quite badly, and his front left tooth was missing. The first responders (fire department) were on the scene in about five to ten minutes, followed by the ambulance. By this point, Tim was awake and responding to questions (although, he doesn't remember any of it), and the paramedics took him to the local hospital.
While he was at the hospital he had a CT scan of his brain to make sure everything was okay. The results showed no damage from the morning's accident, but it did reveal a mass in the space between his skull and brain. Low and behold, God literally hit Tim over the head to reveal a more pressing issue.
The ER doctor who shared and explained the results is a member of the church we attend--he was such a blessing to us! He recommended Tim have an MRI so more info about the mass could be revealed, and within about an hour Tim had the MRI. We learned that it is something called a
meningioma, a non-cancerous mass that slowly grows without rhyme or reason.
While he was in the ER, Tim saw a plastic surgeon and ended up getting 30-40 stitches in his lip and inside his mouth. The plastic surgeon was a very talented man, as the limb created anything but a clean cut and left debris embedded in his lip.
As Tim was being discharged he ended up fainting/passing out, and it was decided that he would spend the night in the hospital as a precautionary measure. Over the course of the night he became stronger on his feet and was slowly feeling a little bit better.
Our time post-hospital stay has been filled with appointments seeing the plastic surgeon (all of Tim's stitches were removed within 8 days of the accident), the dentist, an oral surgeon (he needs to have his root extracted and begin the process of getting a tooth implant), and a neurosurgeon.
There were definitely moments when we were afraid, but through
everything, God proved Himself faithful. I could go on and on about God's faithfulness, but here are a few examples:
-After discovering the mass, Tim needed an MRI, within an hour he was on his way to have an MRI.
-Tim's trauma to his face was quite extensive, and the plastic surgeon (recommended by the ER doctor) was able to come in a few hours later.
-Without the accident we would have no way of knowing about the mass, until symptoms began exhibiting themselves (headaches, loss of strength on his right side, seizures). Who knows if Tim would have begun exhibiting symptoms, but without realizing their cause, how long they would have been ignored.