Rehab & Art

The next few weeks I went from not even being able to lift my head to standing on my remaining leg. It took a lot of help and I could only stand for seconds at a time, but it was a lot of progress in a little time.

I ended up at inpatient rehab after that to learn how to be more independent. That’s where I got into pour painting again.

I made several canvas pours including a very special one.

I had a g-tube when I arrived. Since I was in a coma, I couldn’t eat. I woke up with a tube in my neck to help me breath and another tube in my nose (an ng-tube) to help me eat. I didn’t like the one in my nose and pulled it out.

I wasn’t strong enough to use my hands, so I peeled the tape off with my tongue. Like I said, I really didn’t like it.

The doctor’s decided to give me a g-tube in my stomach, which is how I ate for a few weeks, but I got better faster than they ever expected.

When it was time to remove the g-tube, Child Life came up with a plan to help talk about what they would do.

We did a painting using a g-tube. I mixed the paint and used a big syringe to squeeze it through the tube onto the canvas while they talked about what a g-tube is, and how they remove one.

It was loads of fun.

Megan standing at the foot of her hospital bed for the very first time following the loss of her leg. There are two physical therapists helping to hold her.

The rest is history

I was able to come home the day before Christmas Eve. It was about four month since my heart attack. I did my first semester of school online so I could catch back up. I made a lot of other pour paints those next few months.

Then it was time to go back to in-person school and I was busy with school and band. Eventually I graduated and was able to walk across the stage to get my diploma. It took a while but people cheered so loud it hurt my ears.

I’m in college now and plan to work in Child Life Services so I can help kids who are going through the kinds of things I went through.

I make quite a few paintings. It helps with the stress and trauma. I find it calming, almost therapeutic.

But I’m running out of room, so I have started selling my art.

My art

Canvas pours