mean.
The eye doctor recommended they see a corneal specialist, who showed Dueene the problem: Ashleyâs eye was coning, an inherited condition called keratoconus. âThis is likely the cause of her headaches and eye pain,â he said. The doctor went on to explain that Ashley probably couldnât see well out of that eye.
While several things could be done for Ashley, her vision would continue to deteriorate. Eventually she would need a corneal transplant. âMost of my transplant patients say they wish they hadnât waited so long,â the doctor said.
Dueene was shocked that her daughter needed eye surgery, but she was hopeful that the corneal transplant would help Ashley to see and feel better. Since corneas were more readily available than other kinds of donor organs, the doctor decided to go ahead and schedule Ashley for the corneal transplant while they were there.
The date was set for March 22, 2010.
7 Waiting Rooms
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âWould you be willing to donate Taylorâs organs?â the doctor asked. I looked at Todd and I knew my answer. But I wanted to make sure we agreed. We hadnât spoken to each other about it, but weâd each had conversations with my brother Bill. As I searched Toddâs eyes for his answer, the events of the past twelve hours flashed through my mind.
Todd and I had ridden two and a half hours from the hospital in Vail and waited at least an hour in the St. Maryâs hospital lobby before the orthopedic surgeon came out to tell us what was going on with Taylor. He was the first medical professional to talk to us since we had arrived at St. Maryâs. When he sat down across from us, he introduced himself and his role.
I wanted to scream, âJust tell us how she is!â but I held my tongue.
Finally, he leaned in, rested his elbows on his knees, and told us what weâd been waiting so long to hear: âShe has a fractured collarbone, and sheâs broken a couple of ribs. Her jaw is cracked. Sheâs also lost some teeth, and her left leg shows a compound fracture in several places.â
By now it was after midnight, and we were all very tired. I was so cold I was shaking, and I couldnât seem to wrap my mind around his words.
âBoth lungs collapsed, so they put chest tubes in before she left Vail,â the doctor added.
His list seemed endless. Had they told us all this at the Vail ER? I remembered them saying they couldnât operate on her thereâthatâs why she had to be life-flighted to a larger hospital. Denver was out of the question because of the inclement weather, so they had sent us to St. Maryâs in Grand Junction. Todd, the kids, and I had taken a hundred-and-fifty-mile shuttle ride on mountain roads while a winter storm raged around us.
âShe has a pelvic fracture and sheâs fractured at least one clavicle,â the doctor continued.
My head hurt. I tried to blink back the tears pooling in my eyes.
âWeâre working on her leg right now. Itâs pretty bad. I had to set it, and weâve attached rods to hold it in place.â
The tears started to flow as I thought about Taylor with rods in her legs. Volleyball was Taylorâs life. Outside of school, she spent more time on the volleyball court than anywhere else. Her club team had just started playing in out-of-state tournaments. I couldnât imagine anything worse for her than missing a tournament.
âShe has a tournament coming up in a few weeks. Itâs pretty important to her,â Todd said. âWill she be able to play?â
âSheâs not going to make that tournament,â the doctor said.
As a consultant, Todd was used to quickly assessing situations, identifying problems, and coming up with plans to fix things. But I could see he was uneasy about this.
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