Emmy's Road Back to Health

Last night we got one of the calls you never want to get. Mom came out of her room pale and emotionless. “Camille, just called. Emmy was in an accident.” My heart dropped. I asked her if she was ok and she said she doesn’t know, that Camille got a call from a witness and he tried to get her out of the car, but he couldn’t. My heart dropped again. “Well what else Mom?!” She said she doesn’t know anything, Camille and Pa ( Emmy's Grandpa) are headed to the hospital. She just knew that Emmy was at work and took Camille’s truck, she text Camille that she was on her way home. Twenty minutes later she got the call from the bystander.

For the rest of the night until about 2AM more information trickled in. These are the messages that trickled in from my sister, told to me by my mom: “We drove by the accident scene and I couldn’t see my truck anywhere. The truck is somehow on the opposite side of the highway she was traveling in, but there was no other car involved. They stabilized her, but they’re still working on her, they won’t let us see her. She has a collapsed lung, a broken collar bone, broken ribs, a broken wrist and fingers, a fracture in her back, and they have to call a surgeon about her head injury. They’re airlifting her to Las Vegas to a higher level trauma center. They’re doing a CT Scan.” It felt like a bad dream. This girl has been through so much. And I started to get mad at God.

Me, my brother, and my mom sat at the couch tracking Emmy’s GPS on her phone. We figured out that she didn’t have it on her at the hospital. When we narrowed it down it was out in a field, ejected from the car. We used Google Earth to see what the area looked like. There was nothing, just a beautiful desert landscape.

Emmy and my sister separated a while back and Emmy moved to rural Arizona to try and start over. They reconciled and Camille moved there this past Thursday. I was terrified for them, but God is so good and something told me they could figure something out. They had plans for a homestead and I remember talking to Emmy about this years ago. I knew they had a lot riding on this and plenty running against them, but I’ve always been in their corner hoping for the best. I see the way she looks at my sister and that's not something you just throw away. Her and my mom have been practically best friends for years now. Every holiday here comes Emmy happy as pie to see us and always packing some kind of amazing baked goods that she spent all night making for the family. Every birthday, “Happy Birthday Boo Boo” and hands me some kind of handmade gift she spent months making. She loves animals more than people, but treats people the way she loves animals. That just makes a lot of sense to me.

I always introduced her as my sister. Camille asked me to stop doing that because, “These are my sisters and they’re together.” does not sound socially acceptable. My sister's girlfriend wasn’t enough though. She’s too important to us to just be an “in law”. She’s a Mestaz, like peas and carrots.

We went to bed after we found out she was conscious and talking.

Today more information trickled in. Our conversations were so desperate in nature, my brother nailed it, “I feel so powerless” he said and walked away. I mean we went from let’s move them back here to let’s all move there to Arizona to rent a car let’s go to I’m calling your Tia she can get rooms at the Hilton in Vegas.

Then the story broke. She swerved to not hit an animal crossing the road and lost control. She rolled the truck. Camille drove by again this morning and said she spotted her tools all over the highway. My heart sank again. This can’t be happening God. I know better than questioning you, but this pisses me off. Then the pictures came and I realized it was an act of God that she wasn’t taken from us.

Forrest Gump said: “I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.”

I can’t make the top or bottom of it, any of it. I’m just being still, observing, watching for when God wants me to act. Trying not to spiral into any morbid bullshit.

Sammy and I were talking. This guy always wants to fix it for us, still today, he will never accept anyone in his family suffering. It just doesn’t work for him. “Let’s start a GoFundMe.” Sammy, she didn’t die, and it’s a little early for that. But then it sunk in what they’re going to be up against. Emmy is going to have a long road to recovery. We don’t know what it exactly going to look like yet, her reconstructive surgeries start on Thursday and will take place over the course of a week. The doctors think it will be another week that they will need to keep her to insure her recovery. What about after? Pa and LeLe ( her grandma ) have a room for them so they don’t have to stay in the Tiny Home that Pa built for them. They need transportation to her appointments. Camille will definitely work when she can, but nursing someone back to health while worried about Groceries and Dog food is not fair.

These two have always made it work, but something like this could ruin the new life they were trying to build. They’ve always worked. We know we can’t save them from this, but I believe it’s the season for miracles and God is working on one. We want to put together as much as we can to ensure that their needs are met while Emmy recovers. We foresee Emmy needing help with her medical bills, especially any plastic surgery needed. They will need a car. We think we can put one together, but it needs a new radiator and heater core and we need to get it transported, registered, and insured in Arizona.

We need your help. We are asking that you give anything you can. It’s a hard ask, especially during such a vulnerable time, but we thank you ahead of time for your charity and generosity. If you can’t give in the form of money your prayers mean just as much. May God bless you as much as he’s blessed us. - BooBoo