Hello everyone! It's really awesome to find another website that helps support burn survivors.
Well on May 2nd 2001 I had the worst day of my life. I woke up like any other day, I
was supposed to go to work that day at a labor company with my husband so we could make some extra money for rent. My daughter was on
my bed a sleep(at the time she was 3 months old)and my son was following me into the shower(he was 18 months). Before we got in I had
put a shirt in the clothes dryer to dry so I could wear it that day. After I proceeded to get out of the shower, I noticed a funny smell
threw out the house. The entire house was filled with gas. My son went running into the livingroom and my daughter was still on the
bed. I was not sure what to do so I turned off the main gas line wich was right next to the dryer. That was a big mistake. The
entire house exploded. I had glass fly in my face and I was severly flash flame burned. I was not so concerned with myself
but I wanted to make sure the kids were ok. I went and got the baby and when I got outside with her my son was already out
with someone who heard the explosion from down the street.
Thank God that the kids were not hurt.
After getting outside and finally realalizing what happened, I went into shock. All I
kept saying is "I am burning,I am burning". A ambulance came. I went in one of them and my kids went in the other. After arriving at the
hospital I was life flighted to UCSD burn unit in San Diego( I lived in Escondido). The last thing I remember after arriving there was
them trying to pry my ring off my finger. I was in a coma for a month and in the hospital for a total of 3 months. The hardest part was
not seeing my kids. Especially my daughter since she was so young. The whole thing became the hardest struggle of my life. I had multiple
surgeries done, including skin grafts taken from my legs to repair my arms,chest,back,shoulders and hands. I only had a bra and jeans on
when I was burned. If I would of had a shirt on I most likey would not of had been burned as bad. I hated it. I was only 22 years old. I
thought"Why me?" But now as the years have gone by I am so thankful god spared my life. I have healed up pretty good and am back to my
My scars are my war scars reminding everyday that I fought a battle and won.