A Cry for Help

I had a scare a couple of nights ago with my daughter, Elysia. As a child I suffered severe nosebleeds. Paper towels didn’t work; I would soak large body towels full of blood. Unfortunately, my kids have been having a few nosebleeds of their own. Elysia’s nosebleed normally would not alarm me, I’m a closet doctor, and I love the ministry of medicine. But, on this particular night, I could tell that the flow of the blood was more assertive than I was comfortable with. Since I live alone and am handicap, I knew I needed to make a move quickly, especially before my extended family goes to bed. I reached out to my brother to get him to assist my son in getting my scooter in the van. I don’t have a mobility van, so my 8-year-old son has to try and get a 250 lb. Scooter in a regular mini van by himself. On this night, my son was nervous because he’d never seen blood rush out of someone’s nose that fast before. Anyway, my brother came to help us get the scooter in. My sister Vicki, who is mostly there for me, met us at the Emergency Room. We ended up being there for almost 4 hours. They managed to stop the bleeding; however, there was a stubborn blood vessel that wouldn’t close I guess you could say. They ended up cauterizing her nose; I guess in laymen’s terms, it’s the equivalent of applying a sealant to a hole. I need everyone who views this page to look around, listen in on conversations and help me find a mobility van. I’m going to keep on looking and asking so I can find one. I don’t want this burden on my 8-year-old son.