Katie Cunion

Where to begin...sorry it has been so long since my last entry. We are counting down to the big move and there is still a lot to be done. All of the home inspections have been completed and everthing is moving along smoothly. We close on our Athens home on the 27th of this month and the new house on the 30th.

I had the worst moment in my entire life last weekend. My mom had been here the week before helping me pack and I decided Will and I would go back with her to PA to suprise my Dad. The visit started off well but quickly turned into a nightmare. Will fell down the basement stairs. We didn't think he was tall enough to reach the handle but he was. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my back to the door when all of a sudden my brother John says: "Will, how did you get the door open" and ran for the stairs. I turned around just in time to see Will go tumbling down the 16 stairs that lead to the finished basement. I can still see it in my mind like it just happened. I started screaming as Johnny ran down the stairs trying to catch up to him. He hit the bottom and started screaming. Johnny brought him up to me (I can't run down the stairs these days) and I was histerical. I told Johnny to call 911 and he did. As I waited I tried to comfort him and get him to stop crying. I didn't know if he was seriously hurt or just scared. He had a goose-egg the size of a golf ball on the left side of his head along with rug burns on the left side of his face by his eye (the carpeting was actually a blessing because it cushioned him as he tumbled). A police officer showed up first to question us about what had happened. I'm sure they hear "my kid fell down the stairs" all the time to hide abuse. The EMTs showed up shortly after and the police officer left. They checked him over and asked me to put him down and see if he could walk o.k. He did. They said they felt he was fine and that there was no need to take him to the hospital but I wanted to have him checked out by a Doc anyways so I called Bill really quickly to tell him what happened and ask him if he thought I should take him to the hospital. He said "of course." They took him in the ambulance and he was checked out by a Doc. He said he was fine but that he would probably have a bad headache for a few days so treat with tylenol. We were lucky that the stairs were carpeted and that they were enclosed so he didn't fall over the side and fall straight down. Also, he landed bottom first at the bottom of the stairs instead of head first...thank heavens because the landing is stone tile and he could have cracked his head open. I followed up with my pediatrician when I got back into town and he is fine. It was the single worst experience of my life...worse than finding out I had cancer...worse than losing my leg! I always knew I loved him with all my heart but at that moment I realized that my life would be over if something happened to him. I have never been so scared in all my life. Praise God he is o.k. My poor little brother Johnny...this was a very tramatic experience for him as well. He tried to get to Will before he fell forward but it wasn't possible and so he had to see him falling all the way down the stairs too. I am so thankful that Johnny was there...he was a huge help to me (my mom and dad were away for the afternoon so it was just us)...he kept a cool head.

Not much else going on right now. I had a wonderful Mother's Day today. Will got me some lovely gifts and Bill ordered in Chinese for dinner so I didn't have to cook (that alone is a great Mother's Day gift). I'll try to write more regularly.