Dennis P Kimbro Narrative

It's with a heavy heart that I compose this message to you today. Much has happened over the last 24 hours. Yesterday around 4:30pm, Lacey was having trouble breathing, so we instantly called an ambulance. About a minute after we spoke to dispatch, Lacey stopped breathing. My brother-in-law (who is a general surgeon) was sitting next to Lacey when this happened and instantly started CPR. She started to breathe again just before the ambulance arrived. We followed the ambulance to Davis Hospital where she was taken into the ICU. Lacey tried to leave us several times tonight... was brought back by CPR and a defibrillator. My family and I witnessed many miracles last night. Lacey has given me permission to share the very sacred and private experience

Tears poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on.

Sometimes in life things just happen and we have no control over them but we learn to move forward in spite of everything we face. When Nick receives his diagnosis for cancer, it frightens him greatly to the point where he begins to see death everywhere. He becomes adamant that his life could be lost to the same disease that took his father’s life. Not knowing how to deal with the news, he asks the

Life is a journey filled of many surprises, and while one day you will lose 5 bucks, the other day you will find 10. Whether you broke your leg, you got the flu, or you got a bad grade, I believe that we can always make the best of every situation.

Later that day we went to visit him in the Oklahoma Sooners pediatrics hospital and he stayed in the hospital for the rest of his spring break. He went under two different tests an EEG and an MRI. Needless to say when I saw that he was awake and he was able to come back to his senses the whole weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. I was trying to be optimistic about it and I kept telling myself he was going to overcome this. I remember just listening to the sirens of the ambulance as they rode off to the hospital I wouldn’t eat until he woke up and he didn’t wake up until about 5:14 in the afternoon.

When he was able to talk he said to me “I’m sorry that you have to see me this way, I’m supposed to be the big strong brother.” That broke my heart and I just didn’t want to lose my brother, we’re just so close. Over the last week of summer I sat in his hospital room with him from 7 in the morning until 6 in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be anywhere but with him.

I didn’t even know if he was still breathing, I couldn’t help him if he was breaking, he couldn’t cry in my arms like he did when he was younger, I felt completely useless.

Everyday is a battle. Battling for the strength, courage, and heart to carry on without him. There is a hole I'm manu hearts from the accident, but it can't change now so we must carry on. I remember my mother telling me, “Keep your head up! Choose not to be sad today.”

He stayed in that coma for 11 days. When he came out, My sister and I were by his side. The

Have you ever felt so helpless to help someone? you would give anything to take away their pain and help them get better? 05/11/15, the day my brother died. Four-o’clock Was when my life really started going downhill. My mother left to take my sisters to violin lessons and I stayed home with Luke and Nicholas. I started making lunch for the boys with Nicholas's help, he was peeling eggs while I was washing them in the sink. Nicholas dropped an egg yolk and it went rolling across the floor right to Luke’s feet, where it was promptly picked up as he stuffed it in his mouth, I heard strange noises and turned around to see what looked like Luke throwing-up, but he wasn’t. When I realized he was choking I was scared, but not as scared as I was when

The last time he had to go back to the hospital was on his birthday. My mum and I had been planning a big party for him for weeks because he had never had a birthday before and when everyone started showing up, he couldn't breathe or talk- and that was the last time he was ever at home. When it was time to say goodbye, I had to watch the life literally drain out of him as I saw him take his last breaths, as I watched his Native American skin turn from that bright pink to a drained yellow corn colour. And when his chest finally stopped fighting to grasp at the air, everything changed. The world stopped and it was just, him and my mum and I in a cold, lifeless hospital room. I didn’t know what to do except for cry and cry. When I finally said my last goodbye, I looked right at him and I saw someone else. It was Bruce but it wasn’t. And instead of voicing goodbye to him, I looked up to the ceiling in hopes of seeing him floating above and then I poked his very white hand and said “Mum, he’s not Native anymore, his veins are gone and his hand is so white, Bruce is gone. ” and I guess, at that moment, that was my way of saying goodbye to

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

"In life, there are times when we choose our challenges and other times when the challenges simply choose us – Travis Roy. I don’t remember what happened to me, I was told I was hit by a car. I was placed in a medically induced coma, for a month. Slowly, the doctor lowered the sedatives to see how I can breathe on my own, within six weeks everything was removed. I woke up; there were family and friends around my hospital bed. I was confused because I had no idea what happened. Mom and Uncle Ray told me stories about how angry I was and would try to get out of bed.

It was about to become a horrible day. My sister and I sat in the doctor’s office, nervous but hopeful. We listened as he gave us the result of the tests, a large, inoperable cancerous mass was the cause of my young nephew’s dizziness, blurred vision and headaches. We just sat there looking at each other in disbelief. We were just told that my quiet, kind, gentle nephew was going to die.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.