I’ve been overwhelmed by the support shown by my readers regarding my daughter Shannon’s recent accident so I’d like to provide a little more background and an update.
Earlier this week Shannon fell in her kitchen and hit her head on the hard marble floor. The injury was severe and the outlook dire. At the hospital her husband Rick and son Ryan were initially told that she had “zero chance” of surviving her injury. As soon as I could make arrangements I flew to Florida to be with her (where I am now).
Thankfully since that time there’s been significant improvement in her outlook. Today we finally received a definitive diagnosis after several false starts. Shannon has a subdural hematoma. After major surgery and several other medical procedures we now have some realistic hope that she will survive and slowly get better. How much better remains to be seen.
Recovery will be a long, slow road and many potential complications could cloud the picture but tonight we at least have hope for a much better outcome.
A fairly recent photo of the two of us taken on one of her many visits to Utah to see me.
Until this trip to Florida I hadn’t been on an airplane in 25 years (I despise flying). Shannon always wanted me to visit her of course but she understood and accepted this idiosyncrasy of her dad and she never nagged me about it. One of the thoughts that keeps going through my mind is that I look forward to teasing her about the lengths she was willing to go in order to get me to Florida.
I can hardly wait for that conversation.