I remember my car accident. Prior to this I had been diagnosed with cancer at the age of 21. I was on an incredible amount of medication. For anybody who knows just a small amount about medicine, I will give you just two of my medications used to control the pain I was dealing with, and this is not just from cancer, this is from a multitude of diagnoses. And before I tell you, this is minute compared to what I have been on and what I've been through in my life especially what I am going through now, but that is another story for another day. I took three two hundred milligram pills of MSContin daily, with 5 30mg breakthrough pills, taken when needed. And 5mg of Xanax. Which again, pales in comparison to the kind of medicine, the amount, meaning the variety, and the dose/dosages that I had been on around the age of 30. 
At 25 years old I had just got done touring the US. Being funded by a major record label, I had every endorsement that there was. I came home to visit my family for the Fourth of July. I had a Suburban. I was doing about 62 miles per hour. At this time, I was 6'4", I weighed 275lbs, yet my waist was 33'' around. As I had learned to push through as much pain as possible, as I believed these medications were temporary. The opposing traffic, one car was coming at me, another car tried to pass, leaving me no where to go but off the road. As I give you a fact, the shoulder of the road, according to Federal and State law, from the edge of the pavement, must be a minimum of 8' to a maximum of 12' of gravel. From there, any existing structure, such as a house or even a tree, must be an additional 15' away. This applies to residential areas. As I tried to ride the shoulder, I could not because there was only 4' of gravel and then a 12' down tornado ditch causing me to hit a tree head on. Though I was wearing my seat belt, it did nothing. As I had hit with such force that my sternum had hit the center of the steering wheel and cracked it completely in half. A shit hole hell mouth of a county I was in. As the seatbelt had wrapped itself around the steering wheel, the door sprung open. I was thrown from my vehicle 20'. I remember looking up and seeing gas dripping as I tried to crawl. A couple people had heard this as where I had gotten in my accident was close to a beach resort. I remember asking the lady who was attending to me, "Did my teeth go through my lip?" As she was crying she says, "Yes." No I did not pass out. I did not get knocked out. As her husband had called the EMTs, as this was found out later for I had no idea what was going on at the time, just bits and pieces. One of the EMTs as I was in the ambulance had asked me for my information; as I was starting to go into shock, I could not speak. He had said, "We can not help you if we do not know who you are." I had forced out the information he needed and then asked for something for my pain. As he told me he would give me. He said, "Oh we don't give people medicine for pain unless a leg is wrapped around their head. A couple weeks prior to this I had been taken off my medication through to the ignorance of this doctor I was taken off cold turkey. Which is probably why I was not able to react as well as I normally would have. This is what you call withdrawal. For being on these and many other medications for two years, as I fought my second bought of cancer. This is how long I had to fight for. As I was taken into the hospital, they sewed up my lip. Which there is no existing scar, so to their credit they did one thing right. I asked the doctor to please give me some medicine for my pain. He turned around and walked away. As I stood up to go after him, I had fell to the floor from a broken hip. He turned and looked and kept walking as I had to force myself back up on the table. I was then taken in a wheelchair to have one test. An X-ray of my head. I had passed out on the Xray table, waking up to two lady nurses laughing. I asked, "Did I pass out?" They smiled and said, "Yes." I was taken into a room and left,
As the speed limit was 55 I was doing 7 over. I had a warrant put out for my arrest because of wreckless endangerment. Yes, I almost went to jail at this time. The county I was in, or rather where the hospital it was in, was not the county that the accident happened in. Though this seemed to be used to intimidate me by the hospital, nothing had happened with the law as of this time. I was treated with nothing but anger and contempt. The last time I had been in this hospital was when I went into a coma for a month. But that is another story for another time.Though I would love to share this, in the order that each of these occurrences had happened, I have already spent years in illness writing a screenplay, which yes, the movie that is coming out is about my life. It is hard for me to revisit. When I was in remission at 34 when I met my wife, all of the pain inside my heart was gone. Though I was still struggling, where I was only about 35%, I was determined I was going to get to 100%, and I believed in my healing, as I always have, but I don't know about it anymore. But as I have gotten extremely sick again, with no medical treatment again, this is very difficult to revisit.

Talking about suffering when you are suffering is almost impossible. So back to the car accident. Though I will not go into great detail, it is too exhausting. It is too painful. And of course, every detail of what had happened has already been written in a screenplay. The hospital would not give me medicine because my existing doctor, oncologist/pain specialist said no. Though at the time of my car accident, the hospital told me that she had dismissed me from her care, or as I would state lack there of. Which of course is against the law and beyond inhumane. As I could barely move, severely dehydrated, and yes, I was still battling cancer, I was not even given a sip of water. I had never seen anybody, regarding the nurse and doctor, look at me with such judgment and hatred, though a lesser man would have died. I found the strength to reach over and use the phone. Though I could not dial out. The hospital I was taken to was not the hospital I would have chosen, but it was the closest one. So simply, nobody was doing their job, they were just saving face.. I hit the nurse call button and she had to dial for me. I asked my parents, to please come pick me up and take me to another hospital which was only 20 minutes away. I was greeted with this, "Deal with it, be a man." As I informed my parents of what was happening, I then got the explanation of why they wouldn't. They had said, "Remember that time your father was in the hospital when you were on tour and you didn't come see him, (which by the way never happened.) Since you did not come see him, we will not come see you." Though my parents had an incredible amount of money and influence, especially with this hospital, giving an incredible amount of money through donations since they were a private hospital but it mattered none. I managed to get 20 minutes of sleep if that's what you could call it. As I woke, I had a young nurse come in and ask me if I wanted a sponge bath. I had said, "Are you fucking kidding me?" Obviously I had seen that she was not aware of what was happening, I apologized and asked for something to drink. I was brought back a glass of water, and the most horrible tasting coffee that has ever existed. As I sat up to drink the coffee, my body locked, at that moment the doctor had walked in. Minutes later my father had walked in. I asked the doctor please help me. He said, "You are just fine, you just sat up." Apparently that is the universal language in medicine that you are okay. I had called the doctor a myriad of names. Nothing happened. It had taken four men and two ladies to lift me into a wheelchair as they dismissed me from the hospital. As I was lifted into my father's truck, a few minutes on the way back to my parents' home where there were around 200 people camping, as well as me, in their back yard. I sneezed, feeling as if I had broken every bone in my body. My shoulder blades were touching the back of my head, specifically my occipital region finding out later that my spine had been compressed and crushed, causing me to lose over an inch of height, though because of other problems, specifically hormonal, my body was still growing. Though I gained back some of my height, my spine was fused together, and over the years my vertebrae had grown to a point between my shoulder blades almost two inches that, obviously, if I had been taken care of, would have allowed me to grow taller and of course feel better, but instead it pushes on my muscles, my ligaments, my tendons, creating an extreme amount of pain.

As I must remind you, I had gotten my degree in medicine. I was a licensed anesthesiologist. And had gotten my degree in only three years of schooling. Not only through my own experiences, and how we all know our own body, I knew through education what was going on. As I had called my doctor, once I went back to my parent's home she had told me that she had dismissed me and to take a couple Tylenol. As I laid in a tent, as my family and so called friends, continued to party. I was left for dead. For three weeks, as I could barely move, and I was hallucinating in the most pain I have ever felt in my entire life. I had not eaten or drank one sip of water. And I had not slept a second. Two days after my car accident, my mother came up to the tent and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie. I could not believe what I was hearing. I had begged for them to take me back up to the hospital. They did not. As I had a preexisting script for a non-narcotic drug called Ultram. Though only 10 pills, 50 mg each, my father had asked me for them. And then simply taken them. Three weeks. To where I started throwing up blood. Finally, I was taken into the hospital. This is what was wrong. My cancer had come back full force because of the dropping of my immune system. I had a blood clot in my stomach. I had cerebral edema (swelling of the brain.) I had 18 broken bones. 7 dislocations, several slipped discs, severely dehydrated, malnurished, sleep deprived, I could go on, but there's really no point. I was sent home with minimal treatment. But it was enough to get me back on my feet. As I finally made it into the chiropractor. After that, the pain, though horrible, was not close to the fact that my body would not stop withdrawing, finding out later that I had several autoimmune disorders/diseases that did not allow my body to produce natural chemicals, such as testosterone, dopamine, endorphins, growth hormone, etc throughout the years my body would shoot out massive doses of these things having massive growth spurts. And I must say when you go through something, during the time you are fighting for your life, but when I started to get better through medical care, I realized I had no idea what was going on, and I chose fight.
~Joshua Jet Vaughan~


