Weekend Update

It is great to be back in Atlanta with Lance.  Gena and I arrived Sarurday morning after leaving Vanceburg at 5:00PM Friday following a work day which started slow because of snow.  The snow did enable other Georgia visitors to depart early due to cancellation of school.  Chelcee, Ben Harrison, and Grandma Betty left early and arrived first. Giving chase were Granny Marlene and Papaw John being escorted by Shauna and Madelyn Spencer.  Lance was tired after a busy week so visits were brief.  Earlier that day he had ridden the FES bike again and did well, riding 22 minutes, doing much of the pedaling on his own; even the e-stimulation was turned off for most of this ride.  If I don't start decreasing my intake of all this wonderful food that has been prepared / given AND increasing my exercise levels,  I will not be able to keep up with him.

He also received first muscle injections of Botox - prescribed to combat muscle tension.  It will take 5-7 days before we see the maximum effect of these injections. 

Granny Betty & Jill departed for Kentucky Saturday morning.  Soon after they left, we had a wonderful visit from Terry Stork, a friend of Larry and Connie Bryant.  He inspired us with scripture and prayer.  As part of his prayer, he quoted Judges 5, "Wake up, Wake up, Break out in song!  Arise Barak(Lance)."   I don't know how many prayer circles you have been involved in - but if you get a chance, gather with family and friends around a loved one in a wheel chair and call on God for His help and strength.  Join hands with each other and lay your hands on the patient.  It not only is a plea for God's help, but it acknowledges Him as the Healer, the Source of all things good, Almighty God, Our Creator.  It is healing for the one that is being lifted in prayer but also serves as wonderful medicine for all in the group.

Shauna used her training and provided Lance some occupational therapy in the afternoon, even though she is not on the Shepherd Center staff.  They have given us exercises to help loosen his arms/shoulders - she rendered them in a professional way.  Papaw John and Granny Marlene enjoyed their visit; it was the first Shepherd center visit for all three grandparents.  A little trip to mall for the three generations of girls - Gena, Shauna, and Madelyn - were part of the afternoon.  Overall, Lance still seemed tired today and rested most of the day.

That brings us to Sunday; it has now been 9 weeks since Lance's accident.  This was a special Sunday because it was his first time outside since the Sunday afternoon after Thanksgiving(other than ambulance transfers).  The Atlanta weather was blue skies and 70 degrees.  We went to the first floor and into a garden which lies between the hospital and Peachtree Boulevard.  For thirty minutes we slowly moved around to different places in the garden.  He seemed to enjoy the fresh air and the sunshine.  We all anxiously await his first words; I keep wondering what he is thinking.....................

-John


(PS by Chelcee: I've had lots of questions about bracelets and tshirts...
Live the Lion bracelets and Dance for Lance t-shirts will be available at the zumbathon on Saturday)

i'm back...

So, I'm back in Atlanta.
It feels so good to be able to look at my brother again!
My Grandma Betty, Ben and I drove down from Kentucky today. We arrived at the Shepherd Center to find Lance moving more than I had ever seen him move. It was probably the second week at UK, when he started rolling his ankle around in the bed, and he has hardly let it be still since. But today, his toes were curling and his whole leg was moving under the sheet. He can even lift his knee up off the bed and put his foot flat on the bed. Plus his head, he keeps moving his head around. I might have mentioned before that he  had a tendency to look only to the right. However, this evening, he was going back and forth from his left to his right. My step-sister, Shauna bought my Grandma Marlene and Papaw John down today as well. They were so excited to see Lance. They last saw him on December 21st, the night before he left for Georgia. My niece Maddie also came along! She was able to thumb-wrestle with Lance.
I only saw Lance for a few hours this evening, hence the short update... I'm not feeling well, so I mostly sat in the corner of his room. I have since dosed or maybe even overdosed myself with nyquil, tylenol and vitamin c, so that hopefully I will be able to see him all day tomorrow.

So many people have complimented my dad, Brock and even me on our writing... Thanks so much. I have to warn you though. Wait until Lance is able to finish this blog. He is the writer of the family. He will have what we have written covered in red ink. I can't wait.

In other news...
The DANCE FOR LANCE has been set...
its going to be Saturday, February the 5th. at Lewis County Central Elementary. 4:00pm-6:00pm
so, go Zumba!
A huge thanks to Kayla Willis, Grace Bentley, Karen Killen, Penny Liles, and Betty Poynter and many other for helping put all of this together.

LIVE THE LION bracelets...
we sort of... kind of..ran out! yikes! we had no idea that so many people would want them.
However, I have ordered more. If you would like one, you can leave a comment on the blog or email me. or facebook me. There will definitely be some available at the zumbathon next Saturday.
Also, If you know Trish Bloomfield Weddington, you can contact her. She's is helping me distribute them!

A couple weeks ago I was trying to explain to everyone how the physical and occupational therapists have casted all of Lance's limbs and then made them in to splints to keeps his muscles stretched while he sleeps. Brock and I thought that strapping all of the splints on his limbs would be a good way of showing you how they look. After I strapped Brock in, he didn't think it was the best idea after all.










I apologize for the scattered thoughts this evening. Dr. Johnny will be back with blogs that make more sense and flow much better.

Please keep Shannon Gilbert in your prayers as she continues to make improvements at Cardinal Hill. Also, Michaela Harr. and so many others... as I watch the news tonight. :(
Love to you all!
~Chelcee

its been a couple days...

1. Lance's mailing address is now located on the right hand side of the blog. A link to email him is also available. Please feel free to email him, even if you don't know him that well. We love reading stories of how people came across the blog.


2. DANCE FOR LANCE! If you are into Zumba, there is going to be a zumbathon in Lewis County on Saturday, February the 5th. If you aren't into Zumba... come anyway. I think it will be a good time. More information to come as soon as times are set.


3. Shannon Gilbert! Shannon is now at Cardinal Hill. She is up walking, and is talking more and more each day. She actually spoke to my dad on the phone last Friday. We are so excited. I plan to go visit her this week. 


4. Lance will definitely be in Atlanta until February the 3rd. Prior to that date, we will have another family conference where we will learn what the team (made up of Lance's doctors, nurses, and therapists) thinks is his best course of treatment. He may be ready for therapy at that time, he may be granted an extension of the PREP level. Or he may come home to Kentucky. Should that happen, we will be waiting and watching for him to completely emerge out of his unconsciousness state. Tentatively, once he has emerged he will go back to the Shepherd Center for his therapy. Like, I said... tentatively, we are taking this one day at at a time. 


5. Dad mentioned in his blog last week that Lance had been making some noises since his trach had been capped. Mom said that when she put the guitar in front of him yesterday, he was a distinctively different sound. Lance will also wave... his friend, Mary and her mom came to see him last weekend, when they were leaving, Lance waved to them. He is also reaching out for the phone when mom tells him someone wants to talk to him. 


6. Some of my friends have been telling me that they couldn't leave comments on the blog unless they were signed in. I think that I have fixed that. Everyone should now be able to leave us a comment without having a username. Hope this helps!


7. We have Live the Lion bracelets.
They are red eco-friendly rubber bracelets. One side says LIVE THE LION and the other, Isaiah 40:28-31. That scripture has been printed on cards we have received, written on the inside of others, scribbled on a scrap piece of paper, sent in text messages, posted on facebook, left on voicemails and even embroidered on a quilt since Lance's accident. If you don't know it, I encourage you to look it up.
If you want a bracelet, please let me know and I'll do my best to get it to you soon. And a HUGE thanks to Shauna and Deah for purchasing the bracelets! 
We want everyone to feel connected, to know that we appreciate your prayers, and to remind you not live everyday as a sheep, but as a Lion.


~Chelcee

There's Within My Heart A Melody

     With the winter blast slowing businesses and schools, I am sure the blog searchers have been disappointed.  Time for an update:  Lance has had a good week, making progress each day.  The steps are small and the journey is long, but we have many wonderful people to meet as we move along;  I feel Lance likes that.  The severe wound on his left leg is healing and it appears that a skin graft is not going to be needed.  This is amazing and I continue to hope that he is healing on the inside the way this wound and the incision areas are healing on the outside, which we can easily observe. 
     A new set of x-rays was taken to measure healing of the surgical sites; the orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Murray, cleared him for full weight bearing on all areas except left leg.  The pelvis needs a few more weeks to be ready; we had been advised at UK that 3 months would be considered a typical wait, so we are still ahead of schedule with that area.  This release allowed the therapists to do more and they were anxious to do so.    
     In physical therapy, Danielle placed him on a tilt table and brought him up to 40 degrees(right leg  down only) with no problem on Wednesday.  Thursday's schedule included a ride on an FES bike.  With this therapy, his wheelchair is positioned and locked in front of the device.  His feet (in tennis shoes) are strapped to the pedals, then electrodes adhered to the skin over the appropriate muscles.  The muscles are stimulated with electric impulses and as they fire the pedaling begins.  The pedals are also motor operated, therefore can continue to rotate, even if patient muscle strength is not adequate.  What do you think Lance did?  After a 2 minute trial with total motor activation, they changed resistance and he participated in the pedaling for the next 18 minutes.  At the half-way point, the staff asked me to encourage him, as he showed fatigue.  I told him to pretend he was climbling Big Hiney(cute name, eh!).  This is an actual place between Maysville and Dover - a challenging 1 mile incline that Lance had pedaled with Kirby Wright, Chris Mcglone, Randy Lucas, and me.  Of course he kept up with us, on that climb, even though he was riding a hybrid  while we were riding road bicycles. 
     The occupational therapist, Allison, concentrates on his upper body.  She was pleased with his tooth brushing attempts, snapping his fingers, and giving a wave to nurses at the nurses station as they yelled and waved at him. Her major therapy challenge right now is the high degree of tonicity in his muscles.  Multiple treatment modalities are planned to decrease this tone over the next week.  One will be botox injections.  This med has multiple applications.  If there is some left over, I may use in some dental syringes to deal with these wrinkles that have appeared on my face - out of nowhere and for no good reason.
     The speech therapist, Heather, works in many ways that I had not realized.  She is involved with hearing, vision, and generalized awareness, as well as speech.  Today she and Lance listened to music on his Ipod while he had a large control that connected to it with large buttons.  She is also the team member that will help with his eating this week, as more opportunities to eat something solid are on schedule.  He has not pronounced any words yet; we all anxiously await.  Gena has been able to get him to generate some sounds as she talks him through deep breathing exercises.  Also yesterday after their daily Bible reading  Lance and Gena were listening to music from the Passion conference.  During one song, she said, "Let's praise God by raising our hands!"  His right hand raised from the rest on the wheelchair as the song played!!!!!!! 
     The big event for me to occurred today.  I played a couple of songs on the guitar (actually my entire repertoire).   Then  I positioned the guitar so that it he could get his right hand on the strumming area of the strings.  (His right hand and arm, with his limited mobility, does not at this time wrap around the guitar body in the customary way.)  Then we waited........his finger moved and the string sounded.  He moved the fingers again and noise could be heard more clearly.  He continued moving his fingers and making sounds but that is not what made Gena and me cry.  It was his countenance - as the look of joy spread across his  face - that caused our weeping.  He continued to move his fingers for a few minutes; it was the most beautiful music I've ever heard him play........all because of what I could tell it was doing in his heart. 
     What have I learned?  I will continue to appreciate beautifully coordinated music which is played flawlessly, but will know that the heart may be playing a masterpiece - even if the pitch or tune is imperfect.      
     My advice to those with whom I worship:  "Don't sit behind me and expect me to keep my hands in my pocket.  It's time to praise God for who He is, what He has done, and for what He wants to do in each of our lives!"
-John

A River Ride it might have been; Let's call him Huck "Fabu-Lance" Finn

     Tonight's blog will be light as a summer breeze, not filled with fearful stories or lines that will make you cry.  Perhaps the moms, step-moms, and grandmas will tighten up a bit as they read - but when told in the past tense, stories don't seem so scary.  Tonight I can report that Lance has downsized his trach AND it is capped off.  This is the next step in series toward removal of the trach tube.  ( Much has been in the news the past week about tracheotomies, brain injuries, and the medical care that is being given to Cong. Giffords.  I pray she can recover form this horrific attack.  I can also report that Shannon Gilbert was transferred to Cardinal Hill in Lexington where she will begin rehab therapy. We celebrate this step with the Gilberts. )
     The most significant part is that the tube is capped off.  The cap can easily be removed if needed should food become lodged in throat, but unless it is removed, Lance breathes all his air through his nose and mouth.  The respiratory therapists and pulmonologist are pleased tonight as his oxygen saturation is staying at 98-100%.  Today as I sat in his room in the quietness and listened to him breathe, I remembered middle of night experiences all parents have.  I thought back to when Chelcee, Brock, and Lance were infants......quietly looking in on them in a dark room, holding my breath as I listened for theirs.   This event today went well for Lance; his repeated breaths were like a cadence of beautiful music to my ears.  (More on breath at end of this entry)
     Also Lance ate  real food for breakfast - yes it was yogurt, applesauce, and pureed eggs chased with orange juice and milk.  It was the closest thing to a real meal he has had since the Sunday after Thanksgiving when were still hitting the leftovers with vengeance.  I kiddingly said to the nurse that Jesus fasted 40 days and nights while Lance's fast lasted 52 days.  She mumbled that Jesus fasted willingly; not everybody digs my humor.  So Lance has had a good day - blessed be the name of the Lord.
     Now let's tell our Huck Finn story which happened about 3 summers ago behind our house in the Ohio River.  Lance and I had spotted a dock that had ended up on the river bank after the river  had receded quickly.  It had been nestled in a clump of brush and trees up river from our property for several weeks.  We had discussed reclaiming it but knew it would require much manpower to wrestle it from its resting place and move it to a useable location - behind our house.   Our moment came when, after several days of heavy rain, the river level was quickly rising.  I looked off our deck and thought I saw the dock bobbing.  I got Lance and we hurried over the riverbank to check out our coveted prize.  Sure enough the water level was just high enough that we felt we could dislodge the dock.  Sometimes boys (and even men) evaluate challenges with Alfalfa-and-Spanky-like mentality...this may have been one of those times when the excitement of conquest overrode all common sense.   I did postpone the mission for a few minutes to go up to garage and get a life jacket (and a camera); then with a facade safety measure mandated that my reluctant son strap it on before the mission began.  He was not reluctant in the manner that Isaac may have been with Abraham; Lance just didn't see why we should mess up a good photo-op.
     After the life jacket was in place, on Lance, I got cold feet.  What would the neigbors say?   What would Gena say?  How would I explain if something bad happened?  I continued asking these questions as we are now in waist deep water rocking the dock and getting it untangled.  It started to move and.....in just a few moments it was out in swift water and picking up speed away from the bushes as Lance used his arms to lift himself up on the the dock which had now become a river borne raft.
     I ran along the water's edge, took a couple of pictures, and wondered how he could ever steer it to the shore with the oar we had taken with us on this poorly planned fiasco.  If he could not turn it toward shore line, would he jump into the muddy, swift water or would  he ride the raft, Huck style, on to western destinations such as Vanceburg, Concord, Sand Hill, Maysville?
     I can add no more drama. He, Fabu-Lance did it!  I'm not sure how because the physics and the water dynamics do not make sense.  But somehow he maneuvered the pirated vessel back into shore; he jumped off in the water and we together pulled it to the water's edge.  Why did we take such risk?  We never really analyzed it, which is odd because we tended to overanalyze everything.  Lance may have said "Why?  Why not?  It is the American way to ask why.  It is the heart of the explorer to tackle the unknown, to try the untried."  That is enough speculation.  It just shows Lance's adventurous nature (and my foolhardy nature).  The nickname Fabu-Lance was dubbed by some of Brock's friends during high school, who thought Lance could do no wrong.  The confessors, Alison and Jordan, recently admitted this story in an email; it is not a Wiki-leak.
    ****Breath notes: Sandy Bertram teaches yoga; Gena and I attend her classes and Lance had attended a few with us.  In yoga, the breath is your focus.  Many people are surprised to hear this as they believe yoga is all about strength and flexibility or some may think it  is about being in a hot room wearing tight clothes.  Yoga is good for the body and the mind...but the entire practice(as the yoga experience is called) has a rhythm that coincides with the rise and the fall of the breath.  The cultures that practice yoga are probably on to something in that the older members are the most flexible.  Contrast that to most modern cultures where along with the decades of life we can expect stiffness of joints and muscles.
     The Greek and Hebrew words interpreted as breath or wind in the Bible also mean Spirit.  The spirit of God is life.  Some look at our existence as one which will last until we die - period.  I see my existence as eternal.....my soul is eternal and my natural life is just a small piece of that time line which will never end.  Each breath is precious, each one is a gift from God - a gift I will never again take for granted.  The combined breaths we have make up our life, something else which is a precious gift from God; our life is much more fragile than I used to think.  Let's use each day, let us use each breath to let God live through us and in us.  We have a fabulous God  and he wants you to have a fabu-life.

-John

Busy Monday at Shepherd Center

     Lance has had a busy day.  The hospital was buzzing early this morning because it was moving day.  The second floor renovations are complete(all with donated dollars) and all patients on third floor were given new occupancy in the bright and modern rooms.  Lance room number is now 252.
     Therapy sessions were fun today as Lance accomplished new tasks.  During occupational therapy, he looked at a toothbrush, it was placed in his hand, and then ............opened his mouth as he brought toothbrush close to his mouth.  Gena and I looked at each other with our mouths hanging wide open, right before we started crying tears of joy. 
     The speech therapist raised a glass of water to his mouth and he pulled water through a straw and swallowed.  While these may seem like small things to most of us, these are huge developments for a man who has been injured like Lance and spent the last 50 days in comatose/minimally conscious state.
     It has been a good day and we rejoice in it because it is a day that  the Lord has made.  We also give praise to God for the healing that we see day-to-day.  Our continual prayer is that Lance's healing will bring glory to God.  One take-home I have had from the past seven weeks is that I, as God's creation, should reflect his glory each and every day......whether I am alive and well and at my best or when I'm tired or sick or old (that's all relative) or just not on my A game or ...dying.
     Yes, it seems that death can in fact bring ultimate glory to God.  Think of how we feel at a funeral of one who died in Christ; names of some of my heroes - Lyda Brayfield,  Lottie Johnson,  Thelma Irwin, Tom Bowman, Eva Bivens, and more recently MissVirginia Cooper - come to my mind as examples of individuals who just lived each day in faith.  They were not heroes in the eyes of the world but God knew their hearts, their kindness, and that they lived in His grace and just wanted His glory to be reflected.  The comfort felt in those circumstances....that is the type of solace that each of us want others to feel when the date is set for our funeral.  There are many others I could have named that have left me a legacy of fond memories - people that helped me, loved me, and pointed me in the right direction....toward the cross of Christ.
     Paul, in 1Timothy 1:14 begins, "And the grace of our Lord was exceedingly abundant, with faith and love which are in Christ Jesus.  This is a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief.  However, for this reason I obtained mercy, that in me first Jesus Christ might show all longsuffering, as a pattern to those who are going to believe on Him for everlasting life.  NOW TO THE KING ETERNAL, IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE, TO GOD WHO ALONE IS WISE, BE HONOR AND GLORY FOREVER AND EVER. AMEN."  I've told you my prayer for Lance; I have a prayer for you tonight.  "God I thank you for your grace.  I pray that in my life or through my death, people would give You  glory and honor.  I am thankful for each person who follows Lance's life; I pray that each reader would consider Your grace and realize it is Your gift to them.  In Jesus Name, Amen."

I will close tonight with a Martin Luther King quote; now there's a man who left us a legacy.  Marilyn Scaggs shared this in an email to Lance today:
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. - MLK

-John

3 days in a row?

You may be thinking, wow! Chelcee is updating three days in a row. 

Well, this isn't much of an update, just a couple things I wanted to share. 

First, many of Lance's friends have commented that they didn't have a picture of themselves and Lance. When Lance traveled to Rome, he took a picture of himself in front of the Coliseum and added this picture to facebook. Lance's caption is under the picture.

If ever you have wanted to go to the coliseum with me, just cut yourself in~ I dont mind

[He had this very situation in mind--that of friends being neglected either of sharing a photo-frame with him or never visiting ancient Roman architecture.  This takes care of both problems, sort of. -brock's edit] Our friend, Alison photoshopped herself in, with the help of Matt. She included it in an email she sent. I thought it was an excellent idea. 

If you would like to do the same, CLICK HERE!

If you perhaps, don't like to travel, don't worry... There will be plenty of photo opportunities in the future. :)

      We had another visitor today, our long-time friend, Chuck Perry. He was the minister at Tollesboro Christian Church when my Dad was in high school and college. He is currently ministering at Peyton Lick and working with Mission Journeys. Some of you may recognize him as the guy on the floor with all the cameras at the UK basketball games. He's an excellent photographer for the University of Kentucky sporting events. This picture came out dark because Chuck insisted on posing by the window in hopes of getting a glimpse of the snow. In Georgia. 

Lance was sleepy today. He slept through his shower and most of the morning. But this afternoon, he had his eyes open. When Dad called to talk to Lance, he anticipated it by reaching for the phone! 

Also, the wound vac is off. Lance had a severe wound on his left leg. A wound vac was placed the first week at UK. Yesterday, they decided it could come off. This is very exciting. It's our impression that once the wound vac comes off, a decision about a skin graft can be made. After they decide whether or not to go ahead with a skin graft, Lance will be able to move to a smaller trach or even a complete trach takedown.

My Dad and Gena are visiting with Ted and Holly Gilbert this evening. 

Ted will probably update the facebook page later, but this is what I know now.

Shannon laughed at her mom today. She is becoming more mobile in the bed, by holding on to the rails and attempting to lift herself up. 

The doctors are referring her to Cardinal Hill for rehab. 

I'm so excited for her recovery!

That's all for now.

God Bless!

January in the Arclantic

Lance is a Louisville Cardinal fan…He enrolled at UofL in the fall of 2004 and graduated in the spring of 2008 with a degree in Classic Languages and History. He was in the marching band, playing saxophone his entire four years. He loved it. There are not that many Louisville fans around Eastern Kentucky. Most of them bleed blue. So, I was not at all surprised when I heard the news of some friends from Lewis County making the trip to see UK play at UGA.

However, I know the real reason for traveling to Georgia was to see Lance.

McGlones: This group of people would travel anywhere to see UK play. They would also travel anywhere to see my brother. 

Buffalo Trails sponsors a race every year in Maysville. You can participate in the triathlon, duathlon, or 5k. This past year, Lance and Chris decided to do the duathlon together. Chris would ride the bike and Lance would do the running.  They called themselves Team O'Glone. I couldn't find their times for the race, but I'm sure it was amazing... just look at those two :)

Jean: I had some rules when I knew that we were going to have lots of visitors, so that we wouldn't over stimulate Lance. One of the rules was that Jean couldn't make me cry. She has a very tender heart and watching her sit by Lance's bed and hold his hand makes me tear up. She has made us some wonderful goodies since we have been hanging out at hospitals. She's a lovely cook. Unfortunately, Lance and Jean didn't pose for many pictures together. There is time for that in the future. 

Lance and Megan go way back. 

They are the same age, so they have grown up together. The summer before the 4^th grade, they wanted to go to Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama. On the way, they stopped at the National Corvette Museum. This is one of my favorite pictures. It even features little Alex. 

Lance and Megan were both in the Lewis County Band of Pride Marching and Pep Band. They attended the same church, KUNA events, and graduated high school together in 2004. 

Ben is another person that holds many roles for the O'Cull family. Ben was in band with Lance when they were in high school. Ben was Lance 's chauffeur to and from band practice for years. Since high school, they have remained very close. Ben has become one of my very best friends. I don't know what I would do without him. He keeps me in check. He has recently moved into the house in front of my mom's, which makes him part of the family.  Ben also attends church with my dad and had recently talked about playing a little music with him. Since Lance's accident, he has taken care of my mom's house and dogs. He has driven both our cars to Lexington. He has picked out clothes, Yes, he has… and taken extra stuff home.  Ben's been a life saver to us. 

We have received a lot of emails from friends and family, but Becky's was absolutely the funniest I have read so far. Becky was our next door neighbor when we lived in Meadowbrook. When I was younger,  I would flee over to Becky's when things didn't go my way. Lance did the same thing. I actually got a picture of Becky at the hospital, but Ben caught her napping on the way back to KY and send it to me. I found it much more humorous.

Before we moved to Clarksburg, my family lived in Meadowbrook. My good friend, Ashley Lance Cooper lived right around the block. He is currently enrolled at the Sherman School of Chiropractic in South Carolina. Which is only a 2 1/2 hour drive from Atlanta. He was able to come and visit us this past Saturday. A couple weeks ago, when I learned what weekend Ashley would be coming, I told him he could go with us to the UK game. He agreed. One day this past week, Ashley called me and said, CHELCEE! this game is in Alabama! I don't think I can drive to the Alabama.
He was a little confused. He thought we were going to the UK's bowl game. Instead of the basketball game against UGA the same day. So, as a joke, Ashley brought his UK football snuggie that he would have worn to the football game.
:) He's the best. I am very fortunate to have such amazing friends. 

Brock stayed with Lance, while the eight of us traveled to Athens to watch Coach Calipari and the Kentucky Wildcats play the University of Georgia Bulldogs. It wasn't the best game. In fact, it was a horrible game. But there was good food and good friends, and all of us were wearing blue. 




The title is January in the Arclantic. Credit to Brock, for coming up with that one. I'm sure some of you have seen on the news that Atlanta is in quite the situation with the snow. Or as the locals call it, THE BLIZZARD. I assure you, we are not in a blizzard, not even an ice storm. Not by Kentucky standards anyway. There has been snow and yes, there has been some ice. Here is the problem: No snow plows, no salt trucks, and no one knows how to drive in these conditions. But I digress. 










This has turned out to be an extremely long update... I apologize. 



Sometimes I feel like I type a lot about what is going on with Lance physically, and while I want to keep everyone updated, I know that there are many of you who are reading this and don't really know Lance. So, thats when I try to incorporate who Lance is and who we are as a family. I've done that a lot the last couple days... So here is the nitty gritty on my baby brother. (He hates when I call him that)


All casts are off! So thankful for that. The therapists have made the casts that were on Lance's arms and legs into splints and he has to wear those at night. But at least, his limbs are free during the day. 
He was on his stomach for 45 minutes today. This is a big deal around here. He tolerated it very well. He held his head up almost the entire time. 
The physical therapist also tried some electrical stimulation today on Lance's right leg. She was thrilled with how he responded to it. 
With his pelvic fracture and the nature of the surgery, he won't be weight bearing for another couple of weeks. They are trying to get his legs into the best shape for when he is able to stand on them. 
Because of the snow, Lance's regular speech therapist hasn't been able to make it in. Today, we had a fill in. She gave Lance some ice and told him to look at his sister. I had to speak to get him to look up at my face. But I think he could follow my voice and knew it was me. She also found him a small set of bongo drums. Brock played them this evening. Lance studies them, but hasn't made an attempt to play them... yet. 


I think that's all for now. As always, keep the prayers coming. And remember, Shannon in your prayers as well. Two days ago, she was able to move out of ICU and into a regular room. Hopefully, tomorrow I will have more of an update on her progress!

so... is Lance awake?

That is a question that I get asked everyday... and a question that I ask myself every single day. 
The truth is... we are unsure on how awake he really is. The brain is a very unique organ. 
He is not in a deep coma. 
He keeps his eyes open for hours at a time. He can see. He can thumb-wrestle. He can blink his eyes if he wants more ice and shake his head no, if he doesn't want to go back to bed. 
However, he is still being scored in the minimally conscious state. Sometimes when his eyes are open, he is just staring blankly. Sometimes, he wants to look to the right more than he looks to the left. Sometimes, he won't open his eyes when we ask him to. Sometimes, when you are telling him something that you think is really important, he just shuts his eyes. (That may also be because I talk too much. Come to think of it, he did that to me before the accident) 
The kind of injury he has is called a DAI, a diffuse axonal injury. The first day they told us that, I googled it... it said it was the most common type of traumatic brain injury. I remember reading something that said, 'persistent vegetative state' and then I read that 'over 90% never regain consciousness' 
That would be when I stopped reading. 
I'm not positive that I'm quoting wikipedia correctly because I read it one time. on November 30th. And I haven't read it since. 
The brain is still trying to heal. Lance's accident happened on Cranston. We all know how dangerous this road is. However, we still drive 55-60 mph on it all the time. Lance was probably driving that fast, and the other car was also. Most of the impact was on the drivers side door, that is a lot of impact for a brain to withstand. Lance may lose some of what he had once known. I have said from the beginning, that even if Lance only has half of the knowledge he had before the accident, he still would be smarter than most of us. 


Its confusing to me that he can still be in somewhat of a comatose state and be able to see. its strange. But its happening. 
Lance was always good with extreme facial expressions.       This is one of them  >
My dad can get close to Lance and make this same face and Lance will mimic it. The other day, when we had some visitors, I just showed him this picture on my phone and he did it. 





I have had excellent luck with writing him things on a dry erase board. He studies it for a long time. But I know he is reading it, and taking it all in. I have written that he was in a car accident, that it wasn't his fault, that he was alone. I told him that he is breathing on his own. And that we came to Atlanta to get the most awesome therapy in the world to make him better. All of these things I know Lance is concerned about, even though he can't voice them. 
I also am convinced he can read... this is something I wrote for him a couple weeks ago:

and this, was what I got:

                                  

When we were in Lexington, we started taking pictures of people who came to see Lance. We thought it would be a good way to show him how many people cared about him. We have continued that in Georgia. I couldn't possibly upload all of the pictures from the people who came to UK. It would take forever. But I'm going to upload some from here in Atlanta. 

You have seen the picture of Lex Luger and Brock. Another visitor was Scotty Hunt. He has some Tollesboro connections. He was in a horrible car accident in 1985. Scotty was a patient at the Shepherd Center. He has a magnificent story. He and his mother came to offer encouragement and bring a book that they wrote about his accident and recovery. I haven't been in the room either time they have been here, so we don't have a picture of them... yet. 

Brock was given the awesome opportunity to attend the PASSION conference this year. They had a specific part of it that is devoted to Prayer. During that time, Brock wrote a prayer request on a small piece of paper for our brother. and it fell into the hands of these two girls. Sarah and Jennifer. They came to visit us last week. And WOW, such passion they have. Gena and I were able to sit down and talk with them, tell them about Lance and how wonderful he is. They told us how they are going to be in this for the long haul with us. To pray for us, and with us. To visit, to rejoice, to do whatever we needed. I'm convinced they should be motivational speakers. They have a special place in their hearts for The Shepherd Center. Who knew we would come to Atlanta? Who knew Brock would go to Passion? Who knew that he would write what he did and one of these girls would receive it? GOD knew. 

Brock was accompanied to PASSION by Robin Watson. I've only known Robin for a short time, but I love her already. She's a big fan of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. She's funny, sweet and most importantly, a great friend to Brock and Lance. Robin is the Missions Coordinator for the BCM, which is the Baptist Campus Ministries on Morehead State University's campus. Brock and Lance volunteered their time and talent at Tuesday Night Live, the BCM's version of Saturday Night Live.  After the conference, Brock and Robin came to The Shepherd Center. Robin was able to get in a little thumb-wrestling action with Lance. 

My grandma Marlene is one of the best cooks I know. She's awesome. She can make anything on demand. And usually she can have it done in the time it takes me to get from my house to hers. Her best friend in high school was Sue. They must have learned to cook together. Sue is married to Wendell Hull. Wendell is Janis Barbour's brother. They live in Georgia. They brought us the most amazing meal, ever. Chicken with artichoke and mushrooms, squash casserole, green beans and potatoes, rolls, and a cherry dessert.                               So yummy! We thank you guys so much for coming, bringing back-home cooking, and visiting with us. And of course, meeting Lance. 

I have been here since Christmas Day. Dad & Gena have been switching each weekend with Mom and Brock. Last week, Dad and Gena were here. My Mom's plan was to drive down on Thursday evening, so Kim Lykins came with her. Kim somehow, managed to get out of Georgia without getting her picture taken. So, I had to steal this picture from Whitney and crop it.                                                       Kim is our neighbor. She moved into the house across the field from us 16 years ago. Her daughter, Whitney is the same age as Lance. She also has worked as a dental hygienist at my Dad's dental office for as long as I can remember. We go to church with her. She walks with my mom in the evenings. She is a best friend to all of us. She holds many roles to the O'Cull's. She also makes the most amazing zucchini bread. 

The list of loving friends doesn't end there.  However, for the sake of time and space, this blog post will. Tomorrow, I'll have more to share from the loving support we've received here at the Shepherd Center.

-Chelcee

Prayers - Near and Far

I was able to attend the prayer service tonight for Shannon at Fly Branch Church of Christ.  Josh Book made comments and led prayer service after Tim and Billie Thornsberry, and Melissa Reis led the time of praise.  Billie, speaking from  her heart, related empathetically what it was like to be a parent through a time like this.  An offering was collected and then all in attendance held hands in a large prayer circle, which formed a perimeter along the walls of the sanctuary.  Prayers were offered silently and verbally by those in the circle.  Our prayers go up to God for Shannon and all her family, our special friends Ted and Holly, and to those who provide her care.  Chelcee and Lance had prayer at the same time, in the Shepherd Center, for Shannon.

Lance has had a quiet weekend; much activity will occur starting Monday morning with all the therapy teams back to work.  Thanks to all who have followed with interest and for each prayer that has been offered for these two young people.  Ted and I have discussed the news, as we receive it, of prayers offered around the globe on their behalf.  Thank you God for your wonderful Kingdom and for all those who dwell therein.

-John