Through the grace of a fast-acting neurosurgeon who recognized her severe brain trauma, Ann survived a procedure that 95 percent of patients with that degree of damage don’t.
“Little did I know that just several hundred feet away, she came so close to dying,” Mario said. Could the MRI wait really be that long? Mario’s patience dissolved into trepidation. They’d been driving conservatively, around 20 miles per hour, and yet somehow Ann was still back with doctors. Keith had been riding with Ann and saw the gravel but had no way of warning her as they rounded a curve by a stoplight. It had just a scratch.Īssured that his mother’s tests were precautionary, Mario and his mother’s husband, Keith Graves, left the hospital and returned later after procuring the scooter. She’d been wearing a new helmet, after all. The precipice between life and death had never been so near, its craggy face darkened by ominous odds, but at that moment she believed she was only awaiting scans. These are brand new!” – she spoke to her only child about the logistics of retrieving her scooter at the scene of the accident. Shortly after she shooed away the paramedics that attempted to cut through her jeans – “Absolutely not. Mario Mercurio rushed from Xavier to the hospital after his stepfather called but his panic was eased by her calmness, the familiar lilt in her voice.Īnn Mercurio was quite certain she was fine. The Buddy 125 was still lying in New Miami, not far from where she skidded on loose gravel, flew off the scooter and hit her head on the pavement. CINCINNATI – Their conversation was casual and predominantly purposeful after she was transported to Good Samaritan Hospital’s emergency room.
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