So, they took him to their local hospital (personally, I wouldn't want to be taken there for a broken finger let alone a head injury) and they ran some tests. What they saw was bad enough to try to have him air-lifted to the medical university an hour away. The medi-vac was out transporting another patient so they put him in an ambulance and sent him on. When he arrived at the MU, they confirmed that he did indeed have a bleed on his brain and they would need to perform emergency surgery to cauterize the bleed. The surgery was a success but Dusty had to remain in the hospital for several days. The scar left behind reaches from the top of his left ear to the top of his head.
So, for Dusty to have headaches is kind of a big deal for our family. Normal everyday headaches are expected but he was becoming dizzy and nautious. So on to the ER they went. Fortunately he was seen quickly and a CT scan was performed. Everything appeared to be normal and they treated him for a migraine. So, we are all very relieved, but once I share a little tidbit of information with Dusty, I don't think he'll be too pleased.
You see, severe migraines run in our family. And lucky for Dusty and I, it runs in the family on our Dad's side AND our Mom's side. Our Nanny has terrible cluster migraines. Our Mom has terrible migraines and my poor little (I say little but she is nearly a grown woman now) cousin began having them a few years ago. And we're not talking just your run-of-the-mill migraines. These migraines are bad enough to put me on my ass. They are light-sensitive, noise-sensitive, pressure-sensitive, make your vision blurry, make you dizzy and nautious, and make you forget your name sort of migraines. They ARE NOT fun. And Dusty is at the age now when I started to get them pretty bad and very frequently. I do feel for the child. Poor kid.
Also, some bad news was delivered to me via a phone call last night. My cousin's ex-husband took his own life with a high-powered rifle earlier this week. Because we live an hour away from our families, I had not yet heard about it. My aunt called me last night because she wasn't sure if anyone had bothered to contact me. You see, the town I am from is very small and everybody knows everybody and in some way everybody is related to everbody, pretty much. This man that took his life was married to my cousin only a few short years ago, he is the cousin of my aunt's husband, and he was dating a girl I went to high school with. So I did know him well enough but I hadn't spoken to or seen him since he and my aunt separated.It is a terrible tragedy for everyone involved...but I just don't get it. I don't want to speak ill of the dead but I don't understand what in the world could be so bad that you feel you are forced to take your own life. It is the coward's way out. You aren't a strong person by doing such things. You are weak, plain and simple. I feel so sorry for his family that he left behind, especially the little girl who called him Daddy even though she wasn't his biologically. There is more to the story that makes it even more horrible and devastating, but I do not feel it appropriate to divulge it here. Let's just say I do have reason to suspect that he was a bit unstable (aside from the obvious instability of committing suicide).
My heart hurts for this family. I can't imagine what my cousin, my old friend from school and her daugther, his mother, and all of his relatives and close friends are going through. I do wish them all peace and healing as the days pass.
Even though you do not know this family, would you please include them in your prayers today?