Dabney Hedegard

Author, Speaker, Professional Patient


God can do all things. No plan of His can be thwarted. Job 42:2

Glory.

One More Christmas

One More Christmas

Guest post: Madison Hedegard {16} You’d think by now I’d be used to lying on my bed sobbing, asking God, “Why?” It’s a rude awakening for a child, the discovery that the world is not what you thought it was. And my revelations came like a freight train in the middle of a ghost town, each revelation stronger than the last. This time, it was a phone call from my dad, one July afternoon. After talking about the physical condition of my mother, I asked the question that I had waited four days to hear. “So… how’s mom really?” A brief silence followed, then a sigh. “She has Amnesia.” The conversation continued, “She doesn’t know what two plus two is, or what year we’re in… that’s why when we face-timed she didn’t seem interested. She knows your names… but nothing about you.” He proceeded to tell me that he had withheld this information from me ever since she had woken up in the hospital. We chatted about small things,...

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We All Could Use Some Extra Stars In The Sky

We All Could Use Some Extra Stars In The Sky

{June 26, 2015} I stared at the nurse as he asked me again, “Dabney, do you know what year it is?” The whites of his eyes grew larger each time he raised his eyebrows, like he was begging me to say something, anything. My stare shifted around the sterile holding room. Where am I? I saw the nurse raise his dark skinned hand closer to my face as he snap, snap, snapped his fingers, trying to get my attention. I blinked. He asked again, “The year, Dabney. Do you remember what year it is?” I knew what he was saying, but there was nothing in my mind that triggered an answer. All I knew was that I was in an over-sized room with curtains dividing me from my neighbors, other patients I assumed. But none of them were talking. I noticed the curtains boxed my bed in on three sides; the only opening faced what appeared to be a nurses’ station. Yet everyone walked around so solemnly. No smiles....

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Are Ya Kidding Me?

Are Ya Kidding Me?

Really? Oh, to go back and erase all the years I’ve muddled through life with brain fog and fatigue. Honestly, all this time, all these years I’ve pushed my mind with much caffeine, random slogging (aka “slooow jogging”), and oodles of vitamins just to focus. And this one super-de-dooper, non-invasive procedure cleared my brain and reduced my upper body swolleness. Amazing. So now I  must confess how incredibly stubborn that I am. I orginally didn’t want this procedure. Nope. As soon as I learned my doctors had stumbled upon another problem with my body and there was a chance it would improve the quality of my life, I internally plugged my ears and performed a silent protest.  No. More. Needles. Would. Touch. My. Body. That is, if I could help it. And do you want to know the sad fact? My husband, an incredibly intelligent man, kept prompting these docs to dig further, run more tests to find out why my upper body looked like the Stay Puft Marshmellow...

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