Ellie laid in intensive care for 3 days while her doctors stabilized her injuries and allowed her body to adjust to the shock of her extensive injuries. Her son, John, was already planning on visiting before the accident. Ellie wasn’t even supposed to have worked that day; her vacation was to have started so she could prepare for his visit.
Now those plans were scrapped and all focus was on Ellie’s precarious medical condition. The doctors had repaired her punctured lungs, the fracture of her spine would heal itself if she remained stationary, which was no problem because her shattered legs wouldn’t allow her to walk and her broken ribs hurt too much to sit or even move.
Ellie was so medicated for her pain that she lived in a semi-conscious stupor, barely knowing where she was, much less who was around. While she lay in ICU, her friends began the work of caring for her animals.
For years Ellie had enjoyed loving people, setting up regular outings to places like the
Arabian Nights dinner show in Orlando, FL. She made the arrangements, secured group rates, and invited as many friends and co-workers as would come. Memories were made, relationships bonded, life’s priorities readjusted.
Now it was time for her friends to return the love she had so unselfishly shown. Her friend Lisa went by Ellie’s home and scooped up her miniature Dobermans, Billie and Bo, and took them home to her own menagerie of dogs, cats and birds. Friends and her stable girls oversaw the care of Ellie’s four horses, an Arabian, a Miniature horse, a Lipizzaner mare and her son, a stallion with potential to become a show horse.
Ellie’s stables boarded several horses that needed immediate relocation while her own horses required daily care, feeding and training. Those that could be relocated were, the Arabian and Mini were easy to care for, the high spirited Lipizzaners were another story. They required a trainer with special knowledge of the breed and someone willing to take on the liability of these beautiful but potentially dangerous animals.
Meanwhile, Jeremy Halfacre, the driver of the car that hit Ellie’s vehicle, had initially been brought to the same wing of the Orlando Regional where Ellie was. To protect her from the possibility of crossing paths with him, Ellie was kept in ICU two extra days until a private room was found in another wing of the hospital.
She was still heavily medicated and barely aware of her surroundings. John, his father, and Ellie’s ex-husband, remained by her side, advocating for her with her doctors and the medical staff. It would take weeks before she would be allowed to even sit and her legs would have to remain stationary even longer.
The weeks would roll by before Ellie could leave the hospital. Finally, by the end of March and after an extended search for facilities that could support her physical therapy and healthcare needs, and would accept federal workers compensation, Ellie was relocated to
Florida Hospital Oceanside in Ormond Beach. This would become her home for the next two and a half months.
At Florida Hospital Ellie slowly began her recovery and rehabilitation. She worked to strengthen her broken body and regain mobility in legs that had been so long immobilized. It was hard, painful work. Limbs that had been strong enough to work with and train spirited horses themselves now needed training to move but a few inches.
But move they did. Ellie was relentless in her therapy and set goals that she achieved to the amazement of her nurses, therapists, doctors and caseworkers. The day she stood and walked the parallel bars in Physical Therapy was celebrated as a huge milestone. When she began using her walker to navigate the hallways, there was no stopping her.
But Ellie’s recovery wasn’t limited to her physical body. In many ways her spirit and psyche had been damaged. She struggled with the emotions of knowing someone had died in the impact with her car. Logically, she knew it wasn’t her fault and there had been nothing she could have done. But emotions don’t rely on logic, they don’t do fault analysis. And Ellie, being a loving, caring people person struggled mightily.
Even as she struggled with her own emotions, Ellie reached out to those around her at Florida Hospital. Those who were struggling with their own loss of independence and mobility, many of them elderly, found in Ellie a friend who would quietly listen, encourage and support them until they were themselves able to begin moving forward with their lives.
Finally, by the middle of June she was able to walk with her walker far enough that she was able to leave Florida Hospital. Though she couldn’t yet return home because needed to be able to get out of her home without a wheelchair in an emergency, Ellie could go to the home of another friend in Port Orange for the few weeks it would take to reach that point.
Ellie was ecstatic to be able to return to a real home, sleep in a real bedroom and help with the cooking. It was the next best thing to heaven! Friends could come by and she would be dressed in street clothes, she could go to church, the store and help, in a limited way, around the house.
A few weeks later she finally achieved her goal of moving home with her dogs. During this long wait they had lived with Lisa and made visits to Ellie at Florida Hospital, but having them home with her was the best therapy for both Ellie and her animals.
She mourned the loss of her beloved Lipizzaners, but she had found a home with a reputable and knowledgeable trainer who knew the breed well and had trained many champions. The Arabian mare and the Mini were still stabled and she would be able to keep them. Ellie’s goal is to use her Mini to draw a carriage, perhaps even in shows. Her horses would be well cared for and that brought her joy and satisfaction.
Ellie had a series of appointments with a psychologist to help her with the pain of her loss of physical health, and especially that emotional struggle with the loss of life in her accident. She also scheduled several lessons with a driving instructor to help her regain her confidence in returning to driving.
Her doctors continued to find areas of her broken body needing attention. Glass from the windshield embedded in her hands that had caused so much pain worked its way to the surface and fractures to her fingers that had gone undiagnosed were discovered and corrective surgery performed.
The biggest surgical procedures required would be knee replacement in both legs. Ellie’s right leg had been shattered and her left leg suffered compound fractures. When those bones had healed enough to make surgery possible Ellie opted to have knee replacement on both knees at the same time. She figured she had got used to a wheelchair and she might as well get the pain over with at once.
When she awoke from surgery the evening of November 12 she began to question her decision. The pain was awful, but in some ways it didn’t matter because her doctor kept her heavily medicated for pain and in a drug induced stupor.
By the end of the next week though Ellie was doing much better. Her pain was manageable, she was able to reduce the medication to a level where she felt more normal and she was moving to
Lucerne Rehabilitation Center.
There she remained until December 1. Ten and a half months after her accident, Ellie left Lucerne with son John driving and headed home; hopefully for the final time for accident related hospital stays. She still has a long path of rehabilitation ahead of her. She may never be able to return to work in the job she was in at the time of her accident, but she has plans, and a future ahead of her.
While there remain many uncertainties, she wants to work with horses and people. Riding is out of the question, but training and teaching still remain possibilities, and of course there’s that carriage for her Mini.
Ellie loves to cook and has entertained the idea of a business where she could teach others how to make easy, nutritious meals on a budget. Most of all, she want to help others. So many have sacrificed for her and she want to pass that gift on.
So Wednesday, December 3, was a coming out of sorts for Ellie. Dressed in her sequin applicade western style blouse and a jaunty white gambler style hat, she rolled her wheelchair into Chi-Ling’s Japanese Steakhouse like the life of the party she is.
Friends gathered and while they demonstrated their love and appreciation for her, it was obvious the night wasn’t about Ellie, it was about her friends and bringing people together to allow them to refocus, make memories and deepen relationships.
Adults, children and teens all mixed with at casual familiarity of people who though they may not know each other, trust the friend who brought them together knowing that if they all are loved by Ellie, they have passed the important test already.
There will be more therapy, more attention by medical professionals, more struggles with emotions, jobs, finances, but Ellie is back, she’s bringing people together again and she has never forgot her most important life rule, it’s all about people. Work, jobs, things all come and go, but family, relationships, they go on forever and that’s the most important part of life and living.
"We are all in the same boat on a stormy sea and
we owe each other a terrible loyalty." - G. K. Chesterson