I am traveling a journey of a different kind. I have now had 103 operations. This is a fact of MRSA in the bone for me. I have hospital acquired MRSA. One ficious super bug.

In 1998 I was goingto college classes and I was hit by a drunk driver. I lived that was the hard part-so every one says. I had a closed head injury, all my ribs were broken in so many placed. All the bones in my face were crushed, my teeth were fractured and broken as was the hard palet in the roof of my mouth. My neck was broken, my back was broken in two places I when my head looled to the side, my knee bones and all were laying on the ground just out of reach.  It took rescuers almost 6 hours to get me out of the wreckage.

You see, I was already disabled from Polio as a child. This changed my life. Then I had emergency surgery on my leg and three weeks later I had a raging infection. 

 It was two years before the doctors at a major teaching hospital in kansas city diagnosed the MRSA.

I know what it is like to be bedridden for three years. To be so sick that people are scared and have gone away because they done want to get the infection too. I know what it is like to know in your head, heart, and soul that you are dying and no one talks to you about it.

In 2000, I was home alone sitting on my couch and after all the years of pain and isolation, and the doctors ignoring my being sick, finally one of them draws labs, looks at my leg (which was deep purble and about 10 times the size it should have been) she pushed on the front and the bone goes out the back! I will never foget what it was like being so sick and so detached that I wondered and had to ask what the bone was doing sticking out of someones leg and did that person know? Well, surprise! It was my leg and I could feel anything.  Then the doctor wrapped up my leg and sent me home.  But three hours later, her nurse called me at home to tell me that if I was not back in the hospital within the next two hours I would die!

That's a real shocker! (OK, sorry about all the sarcasim, but sometimes when I write about this journey I am somewhere between rage and incredible sadness and the only way I know how to cope with how hard this journey has been is to let someone it out through my writting)!