“My youngest daughter married in October 2016. In 2017, our church offered a Dave Ramsey study on saving and investing for retirement, and how to stay out of debt. I signed the newlyweds up for it. I signed up for it, too, to give them moral support.

“During the video, Dave Ramsey talked about the importance of having a current will. It got me thinking. My husband and I had wills, but they were drawn up when our kids were babies. My husband’s brother was the executor of the estate. Our kids were now out of college. My husband’s brother was dead.

“I went home and told my husband that I thought we needed to update our wills. He agreed. Our CPA directed us to talk to an attorney she liked in Houston. He sat us down in a room together. We were asked to discuss, ‘Do you want to be buried or cremated? How far do you want the doctors to go with your care if you are hospitalized?’ These were topics we never discussed. We were too busy talking about colleges, boyfriends and weddings. After we talked, the attorney drew up new wills, directives to physicians, and powers of attorney. My husband transferred this onto a thumb drive for easy access.

“That was taken care of. I returned to being in charge. I owned my own veterinary practice. I was the one my employees came to when they were having teenager problems or when they were going through a divorce. I held clients’ hands when I had to tell them that the dog or cat they had for over 10 years had a terminal disease. Everyone depended on me.

Morning to remember

“My life changed forever on July 12, 2019. It was a Friday. It was my day off. Usually on Friday mornings, I would get up early, drive out to my barn, feed and clean, then drive to Conroe 1 1/2 hours away, where I had a horse in training. I would spend the morning riding, then groom my horse before driving back to Baytown to fix dinner.

“But this morning my husband said that I woke him up at 4. I told him that I did not feel well and needed to go to the hospital. He sat up in bed, looked at me, then turned to call 911. The 911 operator dispatched an ambulance and a fire truck to our house.

“As my husband was still on the phone with the dispatcher, he looked back to see me collapse across the bed. ‘I think my wife just died!’ he said. He didn’t know it at the time, but the dispatcher knew me. She used to come into my office with her father when she was a child, with their dog to be treated. She grew very stern with my husband.

“She told him to lay the phone down on the bed, do not hang it up. Walk out to the front yard and wave at the fire truck driver so that he would not pass up our house. My husband did exactly as he was told, then came back inside.

“Within seconds, two paramedics charged into our house. They plunged a long needle into my chest, into my heart, and pumped it with epinephrine, and did CPR until one of them declared, ‘I have a heart beat. Let’s transport.’ They told my husband that they were transporting me to the large local hospital in Baytown. They loaded me into a waiting ambulance and drove away.

“The last thing that my husband did before leaving our house was put the thumb drive — with the legal documentation that the attorney had prepared for us the year before — into his pocket.

Professionals take charge

“At the hospital at 5 that morning was a blessing in disguise. A Baytown cardiologist just happened to be in the emergency room when the ambulance arrived with me. At the time, the ER doctor and paramedics thought that I had suffered a heart attack.

“The cardiologist looked at the preliminary lab work that the ER doctor had run. ‘This does not look like a heart attack,’ he said. ‘I would look at her brain.’ The ER doctor scanned my brain, and that’s when he found it. I had a ruptured brain aneurysm.

“My chance of survival was less than 10%. The ER doctor got permission from my husband to Life Flight me to a large major medical facility in Houston for neurosurgery.

“A neurosurgeon successfully coiled my bleeding aneurysm. Over the next week, the chief neurosurgeon joined him as they battled brain swelling and hydrocephalus. No one knew for sure if I would have permanent brain injuries, or if I would even live. They battled on.

The journey back

“My two daughters joined my husband as he waited daily in the neurosurgical unit. My oldest daughter became the comforter. My youngest daughter took charge of communicating with the doctors and nurses as the family spokesperson. Several of their work colleagues and friends arranged for meals to be brought up to the hospital for them.

“A hospital attendant asked my husband if he had legal power of attorney, and did I have a directive to physicians. BOOM! He handed her the thumb drive.

“I spent the next three months in several different medical facilities, learning how to walk, talk, and feed myself again. My youngest daughter bought a communication board for me so that I could communicate with my family. I had been placed on a ventilator and could not talk. I kept that board to remind me of my progress.

“I finally came home mid-October 2019.

Fog begins to lift

“My first memories of my ordeal didn’t occur for almost six weeks after my aneurysm rupture in the third facility that I was in, the TIRR unit at Memorial Hermann Hospital in Houston.

“I remember a sign in my room that said this was the room that Gabby Giffords, former member of the U.S. House of Representatives, occupied after an assassination attempt that left her with a severe brain injury.

“I remember that they brought in a therapy dog to help in my recovery. My family took a picture of the dog lying in bed with me. I remember the day that I was transferred to a transitional rehabilitation facility in a nearby town. TIRR said that I had to leave that day because they already had a patient needing my room. My husband drove me to the next facility during the onslaught of Tropical Storm Imelda. I remember thinking that it was nighttime because it was so dark outside.

“I prayed that God would help us arrive safely in the storm. I also thanked God that this is the man that I married. He continued to fight for me and take care of me. I felt totally helpless to be able to help my husband should we have a problem. I think now that this must be how an animal feels riding in the car, totally at the mercy of its owner.

Simple existence

“When my husband took me to the transitional rehabilitation facility, I was just like an animal. I just accepted everything. I didn’t ask any questions. I never asked about my children, my sisters, my other family, my clinic, my horses or my pets. I simply was there.

“The first day at the center, a patient came up to me. He was from the Virgin Islands. I remember he said, ‘Look at me. Look at me. When I got here, I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t talk. But look at me now. It has been five years since I was able to walk. Do what they tell you, and work hard. You will get better, too. You’ll see.’

“We met with a psychologist once or twice a week. I remember one of my first sessions with him, he said, ‘I don’t think anyone ever told you what happened to you.’ He tossed my medical file to me to read. It was the first time that I began to understand what had happened to me.

“The first few days, the staff had me stay in a wheelchair until they could assess my condition. I had suffered some paralysis on the right side of my body. The doctors had placed a gastrostomy tube to feed me while I was still at the first hospital in Houston because I was having trouble swallowing. I had lost almost 20 pounds.

“I was totally dependent on my caregivers. It was my ‘road to Damascus’ moment. The Lord granted me another chance at life. We are all here to live for Him.

True friend

“A year after I got out of the hospital for the ruptured aneurysm, I was hospitalized again because I was having trouble walking. I was taken by ambulance from our local hospital in Baytown to the large major medical center in Houston where my neurosurgery was done. They kept me for four days. They ran a battery of lab tests on me, X-rays, CAT scans, checked my ventriculoperitoneal shunt, and did viral testing on me. They finally decided that all I had was low blood pressure.

“My bill for four days was over $600,000. My insurance company decided that they were no longer going to pay my hospital bills because they had already paid over $1 million toward my care. Because I’d had their policy for 40 years, I was grandfathered in. They claimed I was exempt from the Affordable Care Act that prohibits lifetime or annual limits on health care coverage. They were no longer responsible. I no longer had insurance. It would be a year before Medicare coverage would kick in. My husband and younger daughter talked to the hospital, and they reduced my bill to $400,000.

“My husband sent the hospital a small payment until our CPA could figure out the best way to pay the bill. A few weeks later, the check was returned with a statement that my balance had been resolved.

“I called my friend J.R., who I had taught Sunday school with for years. J.R. buried several of my old horses that I had to put down. He and his wife came to see me when I was at the transitional rehabilitation facility. I taught one of their children in Sunday school. Later, their son performed my daughter’s wedding ceremony after he became a minister.

“‘J.R.,’ I said, ‘I don’t understand this. They say my balance has been resolved.’ ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said. ‘You’ve paid them enough already!’

Today’s reality

“I can no longer perform surgeries, ride a horse, or drive busy roads. I still own my veterinary practice. All my employees stayed that first year. My relief veterinarian quit her other job to run my office. My previous relief veterinarian from nine years ago came and worked during the time my current relief vet was giving her notice to her other employer. Even my sister and my niece, both veterinarians, worked during those first two weeks. Everyone took care of me.

“Almost every day now I walk five miles and do 1 1/2 hours of brain exercises. I am also doing online continuing education for veterinary medicine to maintain my license to practice.

“My life has been changed forever. It has given me a new perspective about what is important. I try to show more compassion and understanding for others. I thank God for the many blessings that I have. Each day and each person matters, and should not be taken for granted.”

Cindy wants people to know that a brain aneurysm is an inheritable condition that can be addressed before it ruptures. The rupture causes bleeding in the brain, sometimes known as a hemorrhagic stroke. She stresses that anyone closely related to a person who had a ruptured aneurysm or hemorrhagic stroke, or who died suddenly of unknown causes, should be evaluated by a medical professional.

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“One of my duties at work was to create ID badges for all the employees. They had to be renewed on everyone’s birthday. When Juan came to see me, I made his ID and we flirted a little bit.

“Afterward, I jokingly said to my assistant, ‘Oh, my gosh. Tell him that I would rock his world.’ It was a ‘90s thing back then. I was really just joking. But she went and told him, and came back with his phone number.

“He and I talked five or six hours that night. We went out that Friday. Then after three weeks of going out, spending all that time together, he proposed. We made plans really quick. We got married three months later.

“It was pretty much a fairy tale marriage. Everybody would comment on how he’d walk into a room, and his face would light up to see me. They were like, ‘You could be a stranger in the room and know that you were his mate.’

“My husband was a total gentleman, too. I took care of the household. He did a lot of the outdoor stuff. He didn’t want me to do any yard work. I’d be like, ‘Let me help you with the weeds, then we can be finished sooner.’ And he’d say, ‘No, I don’t want you sweating. You go inside and sit pretty.’ People used to laugh about it. But that’s just the type of relationship we had for 20 years.”

Difficult decision

“My first pregnancy, I was having twins. At seven months, I got sick and had to go into the hospital. I spent about five days in labor. They were trying to stop it, but they couldn’t. So I had an emergency C-section. The boys were born premie. One was 3.4 pounds. The other was 4.6 pounds.

“The first born, Aaron, got sick a week later. His intestines weren’t fully developed. They were kind of perforated and causing problems. So they did surgery and took out a third of his colon, I guess with the hope of him having a normal life. It didn’t work.

“A week later, we had to make the decision to take him off life support. But the thing is, he continued to live another week after that. And that was brutal. When they asked us to make the decision, they didn’t expect him to live long. So during that week after, we questioned ourselves so much. Did we make the right choice?

“I revisit his grave from time to time. I went on Mother’s Day to clean his headstone.

“The other twin, Abel, will be 26 in July. You know how they say that twins have a special connection? Definitely, when he was younger, he would cry a lot. Even though he never really got to meet his brother, he would say that he missed him. Because it was this missing piece for him.

“He’s high-functioning autistic. He has Asperger’s. So he’s fully functional to a certain extent. I look at Abel daily, and can’t help but wonder what Aaron would have been like. What would he be interested in? What would his personality be like? It’s tough for me, no matter how much time passes.”

Another son, Chris, will be 22 in September.

No ordinary day

“Juan was a service technician for gas stations in the Houston area. He fixed the gas pumps, the price signs, the cash registers. Basically, all the electronics that needed attention.

“Our normal routine was to text each other around 10 a.m. Every couple hours, we would communicate. He would check on me, and see how my day was going. At noon, during my lunch hour, we’d have a phone conversation.

“Well, on this particular day, his speech started slurring. He said, ‘Something’s wrong.’ I could tell in his voice. Then he said, ‘I can’t see. I’m getting dizzy. I have ringing in my ears. I’m having trouble breathing. I don’t think I can drive.’ Just all these things.

“I told him to pull over and call 911. After a few minutes, I called him back. He hadn’t called 911. He was struggling to drive, and his speech had gotten worse. I couldn’t understand a word.

“So I called 911. I work in La Porte, and my call got routed to Deer Park Police. We were on a three-way, trying to figure out where he was so they could send help. They pinged his phone and got a general area. They dispatched police, fire, ambulance and even tow trucks to look for him. They circled for about an hour.

“Imagine your loved one dying, and you’re on the other end of the phone listening to him struggle. You’re desperately praying and reassuring him that they would find him.

“I finally thought about calling his supervisor. I forgot they used a tracker on their trucks, to see who’s closest for service calls. A few minutes after that, they found him.

“A police officer was the first to arrive. He grabbed his phone and said, ‘It appears your husband had a stroke. I’ll call you back after EMS gets here and assesses him.’

“When I learned what hospital they were taking him to, I told my boss, ‘I have to go. It looks like Juan had a stroke.’ While I was leaving, I called my church. I asked for prayers.”

Juan had a major hemorrhage in his brain stem. After many ups and downs in his recovery, he passed away about six weeks later on April 12, 2015, at age 44. It was two weeks before his oldest son’s high school graduation.

Family still grieving

“I don’t like it when people say, ‘God doesn’t give you more than what you can handle.’ I’m like, OK, I guess I’m Wonder Woman then. I must be so powerful. It hasn’t been easy. I have good days. I have bad days.

“I try to make light of things every day. I laugh. After Juan passed away, I used a lot of widow humor. Some people didn’t like that. I guess it was just my way of coping.

“It’s been really hard with my kids. They lost their best friend, too. He was that dad who was there for them the whole time. To watch them struggle throughout that experience was very difficult.

“They were 18 and 14 when he died. I had to work a lot of hours, so they spent a lot of time alone. They missed out on a lot. But I didn’t have a choice. I had to work.

“We all needed each other’s comfort. Everyone goes through grieving at different times and in different ways. One can go through the anger phase, while the other may just want to hide away and not deal with anything. Seven years later, we’re still dealing with it.

“I was doing pretty well at five years out. But then my best friend of 40 years was a victim of domestic violence. She and her daughter were killed. That set me back again.

“About 10 months after Juan died, his brother told me something. While he was sick, Juan told him to make sure that I moved on. I kind of felt like he gave me his blessing. Not that I was looking for it at that time. But at least I knew it was a possibility, and that he was thinking ahead for me.

“I make fun of my singleness, my singlehood, just because people will say, ‘You’re a real good catch.’ That doesn’t mean anything. That doesn’t mean you’re going to find your soulmate again. Not saying that I won’t. I’ve dated. But I’ve learned that you never know what the future holds.

“My boys are great. They tell me, ‘Mom, we just want you to be happy. We don’t want another dad. We just want another best friend.’”

— Brenda Medina

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“It was all kind of a blur for me. All I know is that I woke up in a hospital bed with a half-shaved head. The first thing I asked my nurse was, ‘Can you get me some lip balm?’ Because I need stuff on my lips at all times. I bet that lip balm cost me $100.

“I learned that because of a brain bleed, a subdural hematoma, they had to do emergency surgery to relieve the pressure. I was in the ICU for about a week. I felt fine. I got bored. Mostly, I was upset about my hair. After I got out, my kids were like, ‘You should just shave your whole head and let it all grow back together.’ I was like, ‘No way.’ I had shoulder-length hair, and now I’ve got short hair.

“My husband was scared to leave me by myself. But I was like, ‘I’m fine.’ Then I had a stroke. I was life-flighted to Tyler, and I was coherent during all that. I was just mad that I couldn’t see out the helicopter window.

“After a day or so, I started losing my speech. I would forget how to say words. Then I lost feeling in my right hand. I was in the hospital for a week. My voice started coming back. My hand was coming back. But I still had a long way to go. I would sometimes slur my words, so I sounded like I was drunk.

“I don’t know what I would have done without my husband, Tim, by my side. He did everything for me. He made me speak when I didn’t want to speak. He gave me sentences to say every day. He made me do physical exercises when I didn’t feel like it. As a chiropractor, he’s trained for it. I’ll just say he’s been my rock through everything. It’s why I’m here today.”

— Stacey Lundberg Stiff

Stacey has been a teacher for 25 years. She taught seventh grade at Gentry Junior School in Baytown, before the family moved to Jacksonville, Texas.

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“In 2018 I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. They were talking about surgery. Then two days before Thanksgiving, my doctor called. He said, ‘The team working on your case looked at your scan from three days ago, and your tumor has shrunk to half the size. So you don’t need surgery. Happy Thanksgiving.’ It felt like one of those miracle things. It was the ultimate thankful moment.

“But at one point in the process, while I was laying in this tube getting an MRI, my life kind of flashed before my eyes: my wife, my children, all of that. I was thinking about all the things I wanted to do, all the visions I wanted to bring to fruition. And I hear this voice say, ‘Why not you?’ I had always given myself reasons why I couldn’t do certain things: I don’t have enough money, or I haven’t finished my degree yet. But this voice just kept saying, ‘Why not you?’

“I’ve always wanted to be a motivational speaker. So I started a motivatational speaking business. My banner statement is, ‘Why not you?’ Prior to COVID hitting, I was going around to schools, organizations, businesses, and encouraging people to capitalize on the power of you. Stop telling yourself all the reasons you can’t do something, and start telling yourself all the reasons you can.

“I really took that to heart when I launched Community Works this summer. The organization comes from the idea of people coming together and working toward one common cause. Our main focuses are mentorship, education, advocacy and youth enrichment. Through various activities, I want to bring more awareness to the power of unity. I want to reach across cultural lines, age lines, political lines — all aspects of our community. I want to remove barriers and see people working together.

“It may be a lofty idea. I know there’s no such thing as a utopian society, because you can’t make everyone happy. But if we can work hard to make everyone feel included, then we’ve achieved one of our goals. At their core, people are good. But when there’s no opportunity to show your goodness, then you’ll never see it. I’m all about finding those opportunities.”

— Sherman Gray III

Sherman’s tumor was benign, and he’s doing well today.

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“In May 2011, he was in a serious motorcycle accident. The guy who caused the wreck ended up robbing him. He was left down by the bayou, 30 feet from the water. He was unconscious for two weeks in the intensive care unit at Ben Taub Hospital. When he finally came out of the coma, he didn’t know who we were for a couple months.

“Because he had a feeding tube and couldn’t breathe on his own, we had to find a long-term acute care facility for him. He was there for a few weeks until he got a little better and could go to TIRR. He and Gabrielle Giffords, the congresswoman who was shot in the head, were there at the same time. He finally got out that July, and I began taking him to outpatient therapy.

“He had what’s called a diffuse axonal injury, which is a traumatic brain injury. The doctor said he was nothing but a miracle. Because even if he recovered, those 10 percent are usually left in a vegetative state.

“It’s been a long road back. His short-term memory is horrible. He still has severe headaches. But he’s here, and we’re together. That’s what’s most important.”

— Sarah Wright

Sarah and Tyrrell will celebrate their 20-year wedding anniversary on Oct. 2. They run Sarah’s Restaurant, 3321 Market in Baytown.

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“I was driving home from work when half my face went numb. I didn’t know what was going on. I thought it might be a stroke. I called my dad and told him, ‘I think something’s wrong.’ He pretty much told me to walk it off. Then I called my wife, and she was like, ‘You need to go to the emergency room right now.’ When I got there, they ruled out a stroke. They did an MRI, and they found a brain tumor. It was pretty huge. They said it had probably been there since I was a teenager. It had been slowly growing, and now it was on the rise to kill me. They told me I had like a year to live unless we did surgery to cut it out. That was a pretty easy decision.

“I was in critical care for about a week before I went home. Then I had about six months of recovery time. I’m just recently getting out and doing stuff again. I’m feeling pretty good overall. But half my face is numbed up because the muscle on that side doesn’t work as well, and I’m deaf in that ear. All the steroids they gave me caused AVN (avascular necrosis) in one of my legs, where basically the blood stopped flowing and it started collapsing the bone. They did a procedure to fix it for now. But they said by 50, I’ll need a hip replacement. 

“I have to get an MRI every six months to make sure the tumor doesn’t come back. They also told me that I probably won’t have as long of a life as before. We’re looking at maybe 70 years. It’s weird to have a time limit on how long you have to live. But I’m here now, and I just try to focus on things in my daily life. It’s important for my daughter to see me well adjusted and carrying on with life. We have a rule in our house that if you can fix something, you fix it. So it’s up to me to fix my own attitude about everything and just move forward. I’m not going to let what’s happened slow me down. I know I’ve got to make the best of things before 70.”

— Kyle Perry

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“I’ve always been interested in science. My favorite class right now is chemistry, learning about all the chemical reactions that occur inside the body.

“I like to know stuff, like why everything happens the way it does. For example, why do children learn the most when they’re newborn to 3 years old? It just fascinates me how the brain works. Our brain drives us. It controls our body, our movements, everything. I want to know more about how that happens. I want to be a pediatric neurologist when I get older.

“I feel pretty lucky going to IMPACT (Early College High School). It’s going to take a lot of school to become a pediatric neurologist, so I wanted to get a head start.”

— Angel Lopez, 16

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“When she was 11, she was in an auto-pedestrian accident while waiting for the bus. She died twice while in Life Flight, had a stroke and sustained a serious brain injury.

“The doctors gave little hope that she would see, hear, speak or have any function. She had to learn to do everything all over again: sit up, walk, speak, eat, drink. She struggles with memory problems, seizures, ticks, and has little use of her left arm. However, she is the happiest, sweetest person you will ever meet.

“When she died, she said she went to heaven. God sent her back to share with everyone what he did for her.”

— Nancy Davie

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“I’d like to do something with neuroscience, like help create new technology. They have robotics nowadays that can help the brain with muscle movements. It would be cool to develop things like that, maybe to help blind people see again by activating neuronic sensors in their brain. I just find the brain really interesting.”

— Robert Mejia

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