On Sunday, July 21, I was standing in my Sea Isle City living room talking to my wife. It was about 5:30 p.m. on a beautiful summer evening. I had just gotten out of the ocean a half hour earlier. Out of nowhere I felt this big shock of pain to my lower back. I tried sitting here and lying there to get rid of it. I attempted walking and standing in various spots of the house. I then tried to lie myself down on the carpet to stop what had started as a small annoyance and now had become a major agonizing pain. No relief.
Then a funny thing happened. I went to lift myself off the floor and I couldn’t move my legs. Not even a tiny bit. Was it a weird cramp? It’s strange when something occurs to you that has never happened before. You have nothing to base it on. I just assumed the feeling in my legs was going to come back.
But after the longest 180 seconds of my life, I still couldn’t feel or move my legs at all. My wife Debbie immediately dialed 911. And the fact that she was there at all is no small detail because neither one of my daughters was down. My cellphone was totally out of reach on the kitchen table and I could have screamed from here to Maple Shade and none of my neighbors would have ever heard me.
The ambulance arrives and they load me in. So far, no huge deal. I’ve been inambulances before. I mean, maybe I was a little worried but I still had no idea what was going to be in store.
They haul me to Cape May Regional Hospital and now I guess the drugs they’ve given me are starting to kick in because it’s right about at this moment that I start losing concept of time. I have no idea what time it is other than I know it’s dark out and that it was light out when this whole bizarre episode began.
No one’s saying if I will ever walk again. No one’s saying I won’t. They just don’t know. I could attempt to tell you what it’s like to be paralyzed, but to spare you all the gory and gross details, let me simply say, it sucks.
I’m not a religious man and I’ve never asked anyone to say a prayer for me in my entire life, but if you have a couple seconds, go ahead. I need all the help I can get.
Silver Linings Playbook
First let me say that I’m not much of a “silver linings” guy. It’s not like I don’t appreciate a terrific ballgame or movie or a slice from King of Pizza. I do. I’m just not like that all the time. My wife calls me a classic Gemini. When I’m up, I’m really up, but when I’m down, look out.
Hundreds of “Get Well” cards. Countless gifts poured in. I haven’t cried over my legs as much as I got misty-eyed over just how many people cared for me.
Friends who I love but don’t see much anymore visiting me. It got to the point where the hospital staff had to tell my wife to schedule the visits better. And Magee Rehab has been amazing.
So thanks to you all. I will never forget this. How lucky am I to have my two beautiful daughters, Keely and Ava, and my ridiculously cute twin grandkids, 2-year-old Jameson and Lucy.
But most of all, my gorgeous wife Debbie who has been there every step of the way, not only taking care of me, but all the insurance hassles and whatnot.
To quote Arnold Schwarzenegger, “I’ll be back.”
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Published (and copyrighted) in South Jersey Magazine, Volume 16, Issue 6 (September 2019).
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