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Last Tuesday, my Uncle Jay was taking his motorcycle for a short ride. On his way back home, a drunk man in a Mercury Grand Marquis crossed over the line and hit my uncle pretty much head on. He hit my uncle more than he hit the motorcycle. My uncle was launched off his bike, and he landed face first in the dirt. He lost his glasses, his teeth and his wallet on impact.
First, the ambulance took him to Foote Hospital, where he was immediately flown to U of M, even though no one knew who he was. When he arrived at U of M, the hospital staff considered him a "John Doe" and couldn't do anything to help him. Finally, someone found his cell phone in his pocket and called my aunt to tell her what had happened.
For the past week, they have been taking it hour by hour. First, he had surgery because he damaged an artery in his arm. Then they put something in his brain to drain the fluid. Then they opened his skull so his brain could swell. His face is pretty much destroyed, and one of his eyes in sinking because his socket is broken. The only part of his body that is okay is the area from his ribs to his hip on his right side. He has been going every couple of hours getting tests run on him.
Today, they pronounced him brain dead. They are going to take him off of life support on Wednesday.
He has a 13 year old daughter...a wife...2 other daughters and 2 other sons. He is a kind man who always had a smile on his face and some smartass comment to make. He's 69 years old.
I just don't understand. My uncle, who wasn't doing anything wrong, is the one who has to die. And the guy who was driving drunk gets to live.
I'd say it's a "funny 'ol world" except it's not funny. It's cruel and heartless and I can't make any sense of it.
First, the ambulance took him to Foote Hospital, where he was immediately flown to U of M, even though no one knew who he was. When he arrived at U of M, the hospital staff considered him a "John Doe" and couldn't do anything to help him. Finally, someone found his cell phone in his pocket and called my aunt to tell her what had happened.
For the past week, they have been taking it hour by hour. First, he had surgery because he damaged an artery in his arm. Then they put something in his brain to drain the fluid. Then they opened his skull so his brain could swell. His face is pretty much destroyed, and one of his eyes in sinking because his socket is broken. The only part of his body that is okay is the area from his ribs to his hip on his right side. He has been going every couple of hours getting tests run on him.
Today, they pronounced him brain dead. They are going to take him off of life support on Wednesday.
He has a 13 year old daughter...a wife...2 other daughters and 2 other sons. He is a kind man who always had a smile on his face and some smartass comment to make. He's 69 years old.
I just don't understand. My uncle, who wasn't doing anything wrong, is the one who has to die. And the guy who was driving drunk gets to live.
I'd say it's a "funny 'ol world" except it's not funny. It's cruel and heartless and I can't make any sense of it.