Today’s story by Tiara Russell showcases the warmth of a loving sisterhood during a difficult time of suffering. Thanks Tiara, for taking up your pen.
Five years ago my life drastically changed.
We were out of town due to the weddings of a close friend of mine, as well as my husband’s youngest sister. After leaving my friend’s wedding, headed to our hometown, my husband was involved in a car accident. He suffered a spinal cord injury that left him paralyzed from the chest down.
Due to the severity of his condition, he was airlifted to a larger hospital an hour away.
As I stood in the ER hallway still wearing my fushia bridesmaid gown, my steel wall of composure began to crumble.
I knew I had to get to Wilmington fast, change clothes, and get my baby (yes, we had a four month old at the time).
My younger sister, Jacquana (we call her Quana or Jane), picked me up at the ER waiting room. In her jeep, she had my son buckled in, and my suitcase in the back ready to take us to my husband. After spending six days in Wilmington, my husband was airlifted again, but this time he was headed to a spinal cord injury (SCI) rehabilitation center in Atlanta. Once again, my sister packed up her car with my belongings to make the journey to Atlanta.
Quana was completely selfless during this time; she left her 3 kids with my mom for a week to stay and help get me settled in Atlanta. She was instrumental in helping me to regain a little bit of my composure back during one of the hardest adjustments of my life.
I called my sister-friend, Pam, immediately when I found out my husband’s condition. She’s a person that when you ask for prayer, you can rest assured that she intercedes on your behalf.
Pam was my much needed medication of calm, peace, distraction, and laughter. It seemed as if her calls, texts and even care packages were always right when I needed them the most.
I know that she was praying for us and had enlisted some other pray warriors to keep us lifted as well.
There were many family members, friends, church members, and coworkers, who called, donated, visited and prayed for us and I’m thankful to each and every one of them. I’ve only shared a morsel of the ways that my sisters helped support not only me, but my little family as well.