Sometimes it's hard to remember who I was before I was Zack Collie’s full-time caregiver.
My life has had many parts, I could write a book just on that section but let's fast forward to when I married Adron Collie. Two weeks after turning 20 (yes, very young!) I had Zackery at age 22, Levi at 24, six years later Kaden, and 18 months after that daughter Laila, making me a busy mother of four. At that time, I also ran a photography business. The year Zack was injured I had a child in Preschool, Elementary, Jr. High and High School. Four kids in four schools! I thought I was so busy, just getting their drop off and pick up times correct was a challenge. I have to laugh now thinking back on that because little did I know my life was just about to turn upside down.
We quickly dropped off the other kids to grandma and headed down to Hoag Hospital. I am trying to call Travis at this point, the friend he went with, no answer. I tried again, goes straight to voicemail. Now I was feeling anxious. Adron and I were driving but not talking. We knew it was bad but still have no idea what happened. I tried one more time and Travis finally picked up. “What happened?” I asked. “Amber...” Travis’s voice sounded very scared. “Zack can’t move, he’s not moving.” Everything had suddenly gone into slow motion. It was taking so long to get there. We finally pulled up and I jumped out while my husband parked the car.
I literally ran down the long hallways looking for the ER when I arrive I spotted Travis and his mom. The looks on their faces were in complete horror. I remember the doctor coming out and saying Mr. and Mrs. Collie please have a seat. I didn’t want to sit down. He was polite but firm. I spoke up afraid of what he was about to say, I heard myself tell him to do not sugar coat this, what happened? I wanted to know, but my body was already reacting to the intense situation. Then I heard the words no one wants to hear. Zack had broken his neck and had sustained a spinal cord injury. I was confused, in shock and sick to my stomach, I looked over and my husband is as white as the wall. A nurse was giving him oxygen, as I took in the whole scene.
I looked at the doctor straight in the eyes and ask what are his chances? It didn't really make much sense, but he seemed to know what I was trying to ask. Will Zack get better? His reply “He has less than one percent chance of ever getting better”
I knew that this was not how he meant it, he was gently telling me Zack was not going to get better. But in my head, I heard, there is a half percent. I latched onto that.
“Where is my son?” I asked. I wanted to see him. At that moment I had a flood of strength. Zack is alive, he had survived. We are going to fight. No matter what we will move forward.
I have years of experience and many stories I hope to share with you. Stay tuned as I continue to share mine and Zack’s story.