Nonie sent an email to her mail list and I'm including it here:
I finally got home from London to check emails, stack the bills and ward off the evil spirits of being broke and give God thanks for all my blessings. I came home Wed Sept 17 and sat down to check my emails before heading off to bed. I stood up and felt the whoosh of intense pain explode up the top of my head. I thought – oh shit- I’m dying. So being the spiritual gal I am I whispered ‘dad, mom, matthew, aunt annie, aunt mary – then realized there’s too many loved ones gone. But I heard no one so I figured – you had your chance buckos, I’m going to get through this one. I crawled up the stairs to my daughter’s room and told her to get me help fast. I was up at Fergus in no time and had that magical glow of –get her in there stat- look on my face. I had my cell phone and went to work. Let’s see – I should call block busters and order that movie. No nonie. Call your pal wayne of acoustic traditions in orangeville. He answers and I tell him what’s going on as the concerned doctor comes in to tell me my chances of survival and I might not make it though the night. Wayne hangs up and I’m on a bumpy ambulance ride to London from Guelph. We affectionately call wayne ambulance chaser cause he was hot on our heals. When I get to London they say they need to go in and take a look – will they need an electric screwdriver or will the old coil trick up the groin work. All I can say is – I’m glad I was out. When they woke me some 6 hours later the operation was done via the groin- thank God and the good medical staff London.
I woke doing the best chicken dance I could muster and looking around in the twilight zone. It really was a freak show. My poor children looked like they’d been through the wringer. I just wanted to hug them both. One of my best pals and cousin from Victoria was on a plane within an hour of hearing. Wayne was there with Eugene who looked shell shocked and that’s about all I can remember. Waking the next day crying out DRUGS. How about some morphine. No, that stuff is bad. By the 3rd day I was begging for it. Wow, head injuries hurt. I went through an array of room mates. Some good – some down right irritating. Well, we do lose a bit of patience with these head injuries. It put good use to all those words I learned while hooked on uncensored ‘sopranos’.
Every day I got better and the only consistant thing was the really rotten food.The most wonderful thing was sitting on the couch with my daughter today going through cards and emails and feeling like I understand why I got better so fast. Prayers and good wishes are so important, so thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I can’t wait to hug every one of you. I am going to put the cd release concert on – just need to gather up the energy a bit. Love you all and thanks for everything, nonie