Background: For the new people.

Howdy! And welcome to the new blog for updates on the progress of Wilson Campoverde.

Today has a lot of things going on, and for those of you just joining the story, I feel the need to give you a little background.

On Friday, April 16, Wilson had a massive aneurysm. He was getting out of the shower and drying off when he felt a hammer hit the front of his head. Then, he passed out. A few seconds later, he woke up again, called my mom to tell her he was dying, and he called 911. On the phone with 911, my father was able to tell them where he lived, repeating the address a second time for the operator. Then, he passed out again. Wilson came to when the EMTs arrived in our house, and he was awake as they pulled him out on a stretcher, which was when Joy arrived home to see him there. However, at that moment, when he tried to speak, he wasn't making any sense.

When Joy arrived at the hospital, she found Wilson in the ER, and he was in bad shape. The doctors did a CT scan to see the extent of the damage. Also, they suggested that he be intubated in order to protect his airway. This intubation meant he would be sedated in order to keep him from battling against the tube. Before my dad went under, he turned to Joy and said, "Joy, I love you. I love the kids, and I know where I'm going." This was Friday right around noon.

The results of that CT scan were not good. The doctors were only giving us a 5% chance that he would live through that night, meaning there was a 95% chance that he would die. Joy quickly called Tirsa and Jonathan, who no longer live in the Valley due to work and to school, and the two of them were on their way home. Tirsa took a plane. Jonathan drove. Steven, the third Campoverde child, was at school when everything happened, and he was informed when his grandparents picked him up from school. However, none of the kids arrived at the hospital in time that night to see their father awake. He was sedated, and while the doctors said he could hear them, he couldn't respond. Friday night, the Campoverdes slept with anticipation. Joy stayed at the hospital with Wilson. The kids were at home.

Saturday morning, Joy's parents came to the hospital to bring her some breakfast. She wanted to eat it in the ICU room where Wilson was in bed. However, the nurse said that she couldn't, so her mother Shirley said she would stay in the room while Joy went into the waiting room to eat. Wilson's nurse Gloria had been thinking about my dad all night, and as an ICU nurse has some powers that normal nurses do not. She felt that she needed to wake Wilson up, if only to a partially sedated state. Turning down the sedation medication from 50% to 25%, Gloria and Shirley were in the room when Wilson began to wake up, and he was moving. Shirley immediately ran into the waiting room to get Joy, who immediately thought the worst, but instead she found Wilson, moving his arms and legs, desperately trying to communicate. Gloria ran and got him a pen and some paper on which he wrote, "Not dead. God wants me here. No 911. Angels."

The news spread fast of Wilson's being awake and his miraculous recovery. Throughout the course of saturday, Wilson went from being partially sedated and intubated to fully awake and breathing through a rebreather mask, pulling the tube from his throat himself. He was able to talk with his children and with a few other people as well. The doctors couldn't believe how he had progressed. They did a MRI and a MRA to find that there was no inflammation in his brain. The only possible reason was his brain had reabsorbed most of the blood, but the brain doesn't absorb blood that fast. Well, as we know, for God anything is possible.