In February of 2019 our 30-year-old son Zack, was heading home in Midland to work on his truck.  He was in a terrible car accident which he was not expected to survive.  Through the Medical team, nurses who went above and beyond to guide us, hands-on therapy "mom style", and the grace of God, he won his battle to survive.  

Just a few days before his accident, with his Grandpa, younger brother and sister

His niece Emmy's 1st birthday celebration. The Sunday before his life changed forever. 

The aftermath, Zack's truck is black.  Girl in silver car suffered a broken ankle.  

After receiving the call of the accident, I rushed back to Texas.  It was 1 am and he was very critical.  

Prayers and touch, talking and love.

Zack always loved hearing his sister's voice.  Now his vitals were responding well to her touch and voice.

Moving him from Midland a Level 3 trauma center to a level 1 trauma center, although there was no guarantee he would not survive the transfer.  We were told if he stayed in Midland he would soon die.

Day one, they had begun to repair his broken bones.  He was still VERY unstable.

Zack was still fighting for his life.  The doctors told me to keep doing what I was doing.  At this point I was doing tactile and muscle stimulation, music for brain healing, and cold laser therapy. 

Slowly he began to open his eyes as they decreased his coma medication.  He began to communicate again using his eyes.

He needed to wiggle his toes to show that he was responsive and his brainstem was not damaged.  Those toes were rubbed for several hours a day.  I snuck a daily pedicure in with the stimulation.  

Eventually, they found it necessary to put in a trach.  It was good as they could regulate his breathing better.  We could see his smile and he could mouth words.  Though he was still hard to understand it was good to see him being able to communicate.

He was desperately trying to breathe and had many invasive procedures as his lungs continued to fail.  I started to laser his lungs and other organs several times throughout the day and night.  

His younger brother could not see his brother without sobbing.  He did everything he could to stay strong.

Once it was safe to give him what they call a "sedation vacation" he started to be awake for 20 minutes per day.  This is one of the first times...he got to see his little sister and she sang to him on Facetime.  

He had many visitors, some of his favorites were the therapy animals who came to see him.  This guy was "on the move" when I took this shot.  

Zack was moved from the most critical room in the surgical ICU to the medical ICU.  It was a welcome change as I had been kneeling on the floor, and if I was lucky, sitting on a folding chair for 20 hours per day stimulating my son's limbs, head, hands, and brain.  Here I had a recliner and lots of room to help him.  His time off heavy coma sedation was increasing.  He was having some hallucinations, some times when he was very alert (and might I say hilarious), and other times he just laid and stared.  I made sure lights were on and brain stimulation music was on all throughout the day.  I worked on his eyes as his nystagmus was still quite significant.  

Here is zack brushing his teeth like a champ - and having a little snooze at the same time.  We were able to get him out of restraints for much of the day by this point.  Still very critical, but fighting...the doctors told me to keep doing whatever I was doing because he was beating the odds.  It was about this time I started him on oral CBD without THC.  

One day as the team was working on him, he hollered, "HEY MOM!!! WHERE IS MY PFG? MY MTC? MY....CBD!!!!" I went to my purse, got the dropper and gave him his dose.  Next thing I knew the room was full of many people.  Head Dr, Head nurse, social worker, director of nursing and so on. Apparently they weren't happy with me dosing him without it going through the pharmacy.  They immediately drug tested him for THC.  I had a report from the makers of the CBD, that there was absolutely no THC in it...They had to see for themselves.  It was from that point on I had to "dose" his ice chips and do what I knew was helping, despite them telling me "no".  

This little guy folds his hands and prays for patients.

His left cast came off...He wasn't too sure what was happening.  He thought they were cutting his leg.  

Leg stimulation day one... =)

A few minutes later we got a peek at this bad boy... =)

After tons of stimulation and hard work, Zack was ready to go to physical rehabilitation.  With the help of friends and many of my clients, we raised the 10K to get into the facility.

Stimulation of his legs was difficult with the stitches, but I was able to work around them.  I used a small sensory brush, a bath glove, a makeup brush, colloidal silver and lots and lots of deep pressure.

This is Zack's neck.  He was still very immobile, could not bear weight on his legs or sit on his own...but somehow, he managed to fall out of the bed, not once, but twice in one night.  He said he was going to get some pizza.  Yes, the rails were up.  Too much pain medicine perhaps? Yup.  Neck still intact thank goodness.

Jake always came to see Zack on his days off.  His visits were very important to Zack

Zoe made him smile too...flu season...no flu for you know who!

Headed home to mom and dad's house.  Still on a feeding tube and not mobile, but we will get there...

Home sweet home.  My mom was back to a schedule with me, she had long ago.  Feeding every three hours, meds, moving him and keeping him clean.  He disliked bed baths so much we started taking him outside in his wheelchair and hosing him off.  Gotta do what works.

Outside for one of the many walks they took me on.  Fresh air is good for you I guess.

My whole family loves me.  I am soooo lucky

Graduation from the wheelchair.  I liked my furry ugg boots better than the hard ones.  My family still had to move me with the mechanical sling, but at least I got time out of that hospital bed every day.  

Alison and Matthew Wimmer

Developmental & Behavioral Consultants