.... that we would be caring for our 20 yr. old son full time, spending most of our time in hospitals and the rehab center with lots of medical equipment AND knowing what it does and how it all works, talking medical care and terms, like ventilators, spinal cord injuries, quadriplegic as everyday language, living out of 3 places all at once, spending less than 2 days a week at your home, sharing that home with your spouse less than 3 times a month, selling of your home, modifying your somewhat comfortable life, noticing every person and thing in the handicap world, applying for permanent disability status with Social Security for one of your own kids, [and the list goes on] ... well, you would say " I'LL PASS", as all of you would be doing the same thing that Debbie and I have doing since March 9th, 2007.
... that a simple tumbling accident would leave you paralyzed, on a ventilator, living in a hospital and rehab center, with high temperatures, headaches, sleepless nights, a nasty back sore, and the feeling that each time you wake you feel that you are still buried alive in a sand dune, with only your head exposed and moving, unable to speak and eat without lots of effort, feeling like you need more oxygen, watching other people care for your every need, knowing that life is this way because of you, listening to medical people, family members, college buddies and friends pass by you, trying to converse with you, but usually talking about you and your situation. That has been Dan's life since March 9th, 2007.
While on a missions trip in Puebla, Mexico with Cedarville University, Dan, our youngest son, attempted a back flip and severely injured his C2 vertebrae [& some to his C1] . This severe contusion to his spinal cord caused an instant paralyses from his neck down, and the inability for him to breath. It is a miracle that he is still alive. 1st Minutes After the Accident
He was rushed to a private hospital, were he was stabilized and received excellent trauma care. Deb and I were by his side early the next morning. He was still paralyzed and on a ventilator for breathing. We were taken care of by the missionary community who never left our side.
Dan was med-evacuated by air 3 days later to the Neurological ICU at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago, where he stayed for 2 weeks. Besides a ventilator for his breathing, he received a halo to support his fractured vertebrae, and later surgery to place a screw in his C2 vertebrae which prevented slippage when he sat up. They also added a tracheotomy for better breathing and care, and a feeding tube in his stomach. He lost 35 pounds.
He was transferred to the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago just down the street from NMH, and after a few rough weeks of high temperatures, headaches, sleepless nights, a nasty back sore from the evacuation, and other spinal related issues he seems to be gaining ground with the mental game. At the first full evaluation, the doctors and therapists said that it will take between 3 to 5 months to get Dan ready for life outside of the RIC. Dan said it best with "nothing I didn't already know". We have a long way to go.
There have been numerous tests regarding any feeling in his limbs, and detections for any breathing on his own. The results are always negative, no change in his quadriplegic, vent-dependent status . He has his trach cuff down more than not, is eating food by mouth, has been out side the center in his power wheelchair, and has gained about 5 pounds back. He still has restless nights, with only about 4-5 hours of sound sleep. The sore on his lower back has not gotten better. More on that at a later date.
Job expresses some thoughts of ours at this time in our life. 6:10 At least I can take comfort in this: Despite the pain, I have not denied the words of the Holy One.11 But I don’t have the strength to endure.
Thank you for your love, care and support, but mostly for your prayers. We so need God's help each minute of every day, and especially nights.
We are all slowly learning how to live new life as it is uncharted territory for the Knudsen family. If we had only been told...

