A phsychiastrist ran the stop sign to enter the highway our car was traveling on. After sliding about 40 feet, our Buick slammed into Dr. Tattey's family van. I flew between the bucket seats and rammed my forehead into the dashboard. They flew me comatose to St. Joseph Hospital in Omaha, Nebraska. I was comatose for five weeks, spent 4 months at Madonna in Lincoln, then went home disabled for life on my lentire left side. I'm typing this with my right hand as fast as I posibly can. Please excuse any typoes you see.

After my loving husband decided to divorce me, I moved back to my hometown of Crete, Nebraska. Before I moved away from the kids, I began studying to be a children's author, and gratuated from two courses.

I remarried an older man whose son had an infant daughter was comatose from a brain swelling, drowning accident in their backyard. A step-grandma with a TBI became a very important new family member.

After Sara's parents decided they didn't her to live in a vegetated state, the doctors let her die. After Sara's death, I self-published a children's colouring book so kids could learn the importance of the human brain, and how to take care of their most important organ. Without a working brain, a machine would have to make the other organs work.

I want to study a toddler's surviving a TBI to write a fictionalshort story for the Children's Better Health Institute magazine group. I would have had first-hand information, had Sara lived. Please e-mail me with any information on a toddlers' surviving a brain injury.

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