Days before my 16th birthday, I woke up in a hospital after a devastating car cr3sh and saw one signature on my consent form—my grandmother’s. My mother had chosen a spa over her injured daughter, but the moment she discovered Grandma had stepped in, she stormed into my room shouting, “She can’t…”
Part 1 Four days before my sixteenth birthday, I was in a terrible car accident on a rainy Ohio evening. I remembered the screech of tires, the violent impact, and then waking up in a hospital unable to speak. Tubes filled my throat, my neck was locked in a brace, and every breath hurt. Doctors…