Hello Everyone: I haven’t fallen into an abyss, and yes, it’s been quite a while since I posted a blog….and there is a big reason why and probably this is nothing like you have ever read before or would expect ….

On February 27th, 2009 as I was at my favorite beauty salon getting my hair done, I received a phone call that I thought was my Daughter (pictured above with her dog Lila)…only it wasn’t her, it was her roommate using her phone to tell me that Elizabeth was stricken and had suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm in Houston, Texas where she living. As I was lying with my head in a shampoo bowl, I was not sure I was hearing correctly and so I asked, the baby? As you see, she was 6 months pregnant at the time….No, the voice repeated, Elizabeth. I asked for the name of the hospital and told the caller I would be there in 3 hours.
My stylist asked me what should he do, as I mentioned my head was in the shampoo bowl. I told him to rinse my hair and dry it as I knew I needed a couple of minutes to gather my thoughts and get a game plan going and that I couldn’t be running around with a wet head…that’s the Mom in me I suppose…
And so the journey began: I called my oldest Son, Joshua and told him what was going on…that I was going to Ben Taub Hospital in Houston and that he needed to come over asap and take care of my two doggies, Pete and Randy. I told him not to call my Husband as I feared my hubby would have a heart attack and that I would call him as soon as I was calm. As I paid for my “hairdo”, I got into my car and proceeded to call my husband and I said “I have some bad news that we need to discuss and then told him what had happened. He said hurry home, I will pack a bag, let’s leave now and so I said okay. When I arrived home, I quickly packed a few things in a bag and off we went.
We arrived in Houston 3 hours later Lizzie was in Brain Surgery. Everyone around me was nervous, understandably, but I found myself weirdly calm. I attribute that to my Yoga practice. Yoga helps you to breathe slowly and to stay focused. After a little while, the Neurosurgeon came out to speak to us and told us she had a rare type of aneurysm, an Artherio Venus Malformation, AVM for short; which basically means she was born with veins on the left side of her brain that resemble a can of worms…at least that is how the neurosurgeon explained it to me.
He told us we could see her for just a few seconds but not to talk or touch her, they did not want her aroused in any way. Her head was bandaged but I could see a few staples in her skull and tubes coming out of her head. She had a breathing tube in her throat and she was hooked up to IV’s and all sorts of machines, none of which I had any understanding of. She was heavily sedated. Although still calm, I just prayed and prayed on the inside for her to be okay. She is only 25 and pregnant with her first baby, due in June. Please let her be okay.
As we inquired about finding a Hotel room, we were told the Rodeo and the Chili Cook-off were in Houston that weekend and finding a room was going to be a challenge. The Nursing staff told me I could call for updates…so I told my husband I wanted to go home as there was obviously nothing we could do and to sit in a hard backed chair all night was not going to help us through this ordeal. And so, we returned to Austin around 2 a.m. and I was grateful to have my bed to fall into and my doggies around me for comfort.
The next morning at 6 a.m. I arose, jumped into my clothes and then headed to my car as my husband lay sleeping. I hollered to him that I would be back in a bit, but that I had to go to see my baby girl. When I arrived, I was informed that visitation in the Intensive Care Unit, the Neuro ICU, was over, but I told them I drove from Austin, so they said okay just a few minutes. As I approached her, I could see she was still sedated, but that the bandages had been removed and to my horror, she had a huge crescent shaped incision, with approximately 45 staples in her head and massive swelling. This was nothing I could have ever prepared myself for and what you see on TV or in the movies doesn’t numb you to seeing your child like that. But, I told myself I had to face up to this and I walked to her bedside and gently stroked what little part of her arm I could, the part that didn’t have a tube or IV in it. She did not move and I did not speak. But I just silently told her how much I loved her and told her I would be there every step of the way to help her recover.
As the days passed, I drove every day to Houston to be with her, 400 hundred miles every day. Some days, her Dad would go with me, some days her brothers (she has 3) would take me, but I was determined no matter how tired, no matter how hard, I would not let her go through this alone, I wanted her to know she could depend upon me to help her recover.
The days were hard and long; dark puffy circles appeared beneath my eyes…some days driving to or from Houston, I had to turn the Air conditioner on full blast and cold as cold could be to keep me awake…some days, I just had to reach deep down inside of myself to find the strength to go on, and everyday I prayed.
Lizzie was in ICU for 12 days, she was moved into isolation on the 6th day due to pneumonia and Staph infection, the kind that eats your skin. That was the day, I broke down and really cried my eyes out. I called my Mother, I told her I didn’t think I could take it anymore, that I was losing it (I was afraid a hysterical crying jag was coming on) and she told me to just try to hang on a little longer. I told her I would and I did.
Slowly, slowly each day would be a little improvement. The day they finally got the breathing tube out and when she could breathe on her own, they brought her out of sedation…as I put on the sterile gown, mask and gloves and entered the isolation room, Lizzie asked that nurse if I was her Mom (hard to tell with all the sterile garb on). The nurse assured her I was. The nurse gave me some applesauce and said to try to get her to eat. It was as if she was a baby again and we were starting over…and so the days went like that for awhile. Every day I would come and feed her and bring her nutritious juices…she would heartily partake of whatever I brought. I would wash her face and put lotion on her to try to comfort her a little.
Finally, after 19 days she was released to Quentin Mease Rehabilition Hospital. And so, 21 days after her brain surgery, she was starting Physical Therapy and they put her at the parallel bars and helped her to stand and regain her balance. And so, another phase of our journey began…the isolation exercises were hard for Lizzie, it was as if her right leg weighed 500 pounds, but with each exercise, I told her come on, you can do it, great job. I was her cheerleader, and she is my Hero.
After 21 days at Quentin Mease, she was released to my care. She could walk approx. 25 steps with the assistance of a cane and she could speak a little too. I brought her home to Austin, where I could take care of her and nurse her back to health. That was April 7th…daily I give her 17 pills and help her with her speech and her leg and arm exercises. Having a ruptured aneurysm is somewhat like having a stroke. Since it was on the left side of her brain, the right side is affected. She can walk fairly well now but with a limp , and just as her leg started coming back, slowly her right arm is coming back. She understands everything she hears, but sometimes finding the words is pretty challenging.
This tragic event does have a happy ending; on May 20th, 2009 at Brackenridge Hospital in Austin, she will undergo a C-Section and my Grandson will enter the world, hopefully healthy. All signs point that he is doing well, and he is getting bigger by the day and another phase of our life-journey will start. I will be the diaper changer since Lizzie is still recovering, but that’s okay, I have raised 3 sons and a daughter, one more will be a piece of cake! He will be my little Trooper Turner, and he will always be a Super Trooper to me!
Believe it or not, I have actually worked a little bit through this…I helped a previous client buy her daughter her first home in Tarrytown and I helped a family member lease a wonderful home with a pool in the acclaimed Circle C Golf community.
Hopefully, the worst has passed, and we have all survived. I have had a lot of support from my family, friends, the business community and the Austin YogaYoga studio where I practice. I also can’t say enough good things about the Trauma unit at Ben Taub Hospital and the incredible staff at Quentin Mease Hospital for helping Lizzie. I am so grateful to all.
I wanted to share this with all of you for a couple of reasons. First, I wanted to let you know where I had been as I am generally an active blogger. And secondly, all of us experience these type of things, sickness, accidents, illnesses and I wanted to encourage all of you to just stick with it, soldier on, be a ”Trooper” and pray, believe in miracles.
P.S. You know what is coming next, right…..photos of Trooper Turner!!! Ha! Stay tuned now!
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