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The Ever Dreaded 5am Phone Call

Saturday, April 10, 2010

When that ever dreaded phone call came in at 5AM the last morning of October I was consumed with fear. "Dad, I'm in the hospital. They tell me it's Emanuel. The doctors said I have brain damage, spine damage and a severely deformed leg."

Well my son was speaking, although somewhat incoherently, so the brain damage had to be minimal. The drive to the hospital was one of the longest of my life.

We'd been to Emanuel too many times before. One of my newborn grandsons was diagnosed with a fatal condition there and died at home three months later. My daughter had two babies 18 months apart that were each born 3 months early and weren't expected to live. They were both in the NICU for three months. All of these recent traumas were filling my mind on that seemingly endless 20 minute drive. Would this be one more death, or would Emanuel pull off another miracle?

We found my son listed as "Neon Doe", a code name for unknown victims of car accidents. We made the walk to his room not knowing what to expect. Would we still have our son? Would he be permanently disabled? What would his cognitive ability be?

We cautiously entered his room. My baby was in a back and neck brace. Half of his face was gone, his leg was completely wrapped and was being propped above his heart.

I wasn't sure how the staff would treat us, or what information they would release to us, since my son was 24 years old. They were wonderful. They brought us extra chairs; they worked around us although we made sure to stay out of their way.

The first nurse answered all of our questions and told us as much as they knew. Cole was walking home from a pub and was on the side of the road when he was hit. The driver never stopped. Cole was unconscious when the EMT's reached him. His injuries were so serious that he was flown by Life Flight to Emanuel.

He was hit so hard that he was knocked out of his boots and his wallet flew out of his pocket, When he woke up he only knew his first name so he still had the "Neon Doe" tag on. The nurse walked us through all of this several times so that we could take it all in.

The man accused of hitting him is a high school football coach from one of the nearby districts. We were told that he called in about an hour after he hit Cole telling police that he "may have hit something". (A trooper later told us that this man said he thought he hit a scarecrow. Give me a break! A six foot four walking scarecrow? I'm sure that it was blood left on the hood of his car and not straw.)

After the nursing staff told us all that they knew the trauma team came in and thoroughly explained the trauma he had suffered. They, too,  explained things several times. We were numb and not retaining information very well. They cleared him of any back and skull fractures and explained every step of the way what they were doing.

The nurses came and went, but they might as well have been the same nurse with the same demeanor, they were wonderful. They put up with our large family and Cole's large network of friends for a week before he was released. They never complained even though Cole's friends stayed every night and rarely showered. The boys were ripe! The nurses were nothing but pleasant, informative and took amazing care of our son.

The orthopedic surgeon was another wonderful member of the hospital. Once again he included us in everything and had us all at ease before he went in to re-build my son's leg. He drew pictures of what he was going to do and sat for us to ask any questions we had.

The day Cole was released a social worker came in and told him that we could fill his prescriptions at no charge. They wanted to be sure that he was taken care of.

We feel that our son, as well as our three grandchildren received the best care possible from some of the most compassionate members of the medical community.

This is one hospital that seems, as least to me, to be there for the patients and not for the bottom line.

For our family that hospital brings up terrible memories of lost children, very fragile preemies and now a severely injured 24 yr old. Somehow the memories of the staff and the care that we received each and every time are enough to pull us through and realize how lucky we really are.

On Wednesday, April 7th 2010 the high school football coach was arrested on a felony hit-and-run charge. The maximum penalty in Oregon is 10 years in prison and a $250,000 fine.

My son, Cole

Still my baby

Mug Shot of the High School
Football Coach that was
indicted and arrested for hitting my son


Karyn,  April 11, 2010 at 9:31 AM  

To my favorite Diva-

I am so glad Cole and the family had the best experience possible while he was at Emmanuel. As ER nurses, sometimes the frentic pace to save a life forgets about the other lives around the patient. Thank you for recognizing the are that truly is emergency nursing. I am thankful that Cole is doing better, and I hope that justice is swift and thorough not only for Cole, but for the family so you can heal from this awful event. You know I am always here for ya! Hugs to all the Diva family-

john April 12, 2010 at 5:05 PM  

wow, you never think it could happen to you. I cant even begin to imagine the feelings you must of been through. thank God he is alive and the guy is serving time and keeping off the streets.

The Bipolar Diva April 13, 2010 at 11:49 PM  


Thank you so much. We are so thankful that Cole is alive and that the man responsible has been arrested. It's amazing to me that someone could run over someone and leave the scene and never call for help.

The Bipolar Diva April 13, 2010 at 11:50 PM  

Karyn, the only way his hospital stay could have been any better is if you had been there.

Candace November 6, 2011 at 10:05 PM  

HOLY CRAP. That wasn't helpful was it? sorry. i'm just in shock. wow. wow. wow.

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