My name is Lisa Beckwith . I was burned On November 9, 2017.
It was a beautiful fall evening and my family and I we were outside enjoying a nice fire in our firepit. After awhile, my husband and teenage daughter and son went in for the night as they were getting tired. I stayed outside for awhile longer to enjoy the fire. When I decided to head in for the night, I stood up out of my chair and stepped on the left corner of my cozy fleece robe and fell into the fire pit. My chin hit the steel ring and my hands broke my fall in the hot coals. With an indescribable strength, I was able to push myself out of the pit.
I ran inside to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and ran in under cold water to put on my face. I, honestly, did not think that I had been burned badly. When I put my head up and looked in the mirror, I was horrified. My son and daughter heard the commotion and ran into the bathroom to see what was going on. They were horrified as well since I had skin hanging from my face and hands. They called to my husband, who was already asleep downstairs. He came running. Before I knew it, my husband had me bandaged and we were on our way to the hospital. Upon arriving, the hospital quickly determined I needed to be at a facility that was highly skilled at treating burn victims. I was life flighted to Vanderbilt University Medical Center and admitted into the Burn Center.
I was burned badly on the right side of my face and both hands. A good amount of hair was burned as well. Ironically, the robe I was wearing that night that I tripped on, ended up saving the rest of my body.
Both hands had to have skin grafts. I recently had a second graft surgery on my left hand. I have some limitations of what I can do with my hands. I always will. I am grateful the limitations are minimal. The scars are deep. Wearing compression gloves helps me do every day tasks. Most, without a problem. My face, amazingly healed on it’s own. Overall, the healing has gone better than expected. What I didn’t expect was the strength it takes to heal emotionally. The struggle I have with “what if” is a wound that cannot be healed physically. I have a strong faith and I credit that for where I am now in the healing process.
I certainly have my share of bad days. I let myself have them, but I refuse to focus on them. I also decided share my story on social media. I regularly post about my journey since the accident (Rising From the Ashes) I do not post anything that is not an encouragement for others to press on. not dwell on the negative. I concentrate on always finding the good. I’m honest in my journey.
I am “Rising From the Ashes” !