Three sixty five

A year ago my dad picked up the phone and called 911 for the first time as a parent. After several tests it was found that I had severe bleeding on the brain due to an avm, which is a mass of veins and arteries that was in my brain and one day it popped. I then spent 3 months unconscious, 7 months in the hospital in total. 365 days have gone by and I still don't have full ability to do everything such as, eating, talking, walking, and I don't have full capability to move my right side. What I do know is that God NEVER EVER makes mistakes. Through this roller coaster I have learned soooo much about his timing and have really had to put a lot of trust in him, especially with my recovery process. From the moment I fell asleep, God began working his miracles. It is clear to see all of the small miracles that God made happen to make sure that I was kept alive. Since you guys have already heard the many miracles, I will just touch on some of them. Surprisingly enough, the. fact that I fell asleep was a miracle itself because had I not fallen asleep it could have gotten even worse, real quick. A while after I fell asleep, my parents attempted to move me to my bedroom to sleep for the night and pretty much had to drag me there. At that moment they realized something was wrong, but they just thought I was dehydrated. My parents later learned that I was not just dehydrated and I had suffered a major bleed in my brain. Once again I was unconscious for three months so I can't exactly tell you guys all the many miracles that have happened, but I will do my very best. 35% of people with an avm don't even make it to the hospital, so right off the bat, the simple fact that I even made it to the hospital is a miracle itself. As I recover, the miracles continue. Back in March, I was scheduled to get an MRI done on my head. My parents took me to the hospital to check in for the scan, but I was scheduled to receive the scan while I was put to sleep. After we got all set up, they decided that it was safer if they didn't do it because they were not able to intubate me (I have really bad tone in my jaw so it is pretty much locked shut). A couple of weeks later, I got accepted back in to the rehab program at Randall's. Awhile after I arrived, they requested that I get the MRI done with them and sure enough, it was approved. So, I went in to my scan and the first attempt failed, again, because they were worried that they were not able to talk to me if something was to go wrong. So, I went back once again, you know what they say "third times a charm." Anyways, I got it done, but they came back the next day and said that they wanted to get a better view with an angiogram. The day I got discharged from Randall's, they wanted to do the procedure. We received good news, but not perfect news. We learned that the original avm got completly removed, but they did find out that I have another small one. I know that last sentence probably really worried you, trust me, it scares me sooo much. The new avm is much smaller than the first but it is something we will be meeting with the neurosurgeons to discuss the next steps. As crazy as this past year has been, I wouldn't trade it for anything. Before I close, I would just like to say that no matter how scared and alone your issue is making you feel, just always remember that with God, nothing is impossible. He truly is working out everything for your good, just be patient. What very well should have been death, turned out to be the greatest blessing. I truly do have a purpose here, I don't know what it is yet, but I know that on May 23rd, 2018 he saved me from death for a very specific reason. This past year has by far been the scariest year I have ever experienced, but I am so very thankful for all the new opportunities that it has given me. So, heres to an extra year of life!!