A Child Burn Survivor's Journey

My name is Joshua Keeney.  I turned fifteen years old on Saturday, November 26, 2016.  When I was twelve years old, I was camping with my dad, and accidentally poured gasoline instead of lighter fluid on a campfire.  It caused the fire to explode, and I immediately caught on fire.  I panicked, and started running, but thankfully someone had the presence of mind to wrap me in a blanket and tackle me to the ground.  I was rushed by ambulance to the nearest hospital, and then life-flighted to the nearest burn intensive care unit in Fresno, California.  My injuries were so extensive, that I was put into a medically induced coma, and intubated.  I sustained full depth, second and third degree burns to approximately 60% of my body, including my face, chest, shoulder, stomach, hands, arms, and shins.  I was kept in a coma for about eight weeks, during which time I caught pneumonia, and another infectious disease.  The pneumonia was aggressive, and resistant to treatment because I was inactive.  They had to use my ventilator to disrupt my breathing, and pound my chest and lungs from the inside, and I ended up on a Rotabed, a crazy, tilted, rotating bed, for a week.  During the second infection, my fever reached dangerous levels, and I was placed on a special ice bed.  They also began full depth skin grafts while I was in a coma, which is a process where they took donor skin from my back, thighs, calves, stomach, and scalp, placed it on a stretching machine, and applied it to the burned areas to cover the burned skin.  In between surgeries, I was wrapped from head to feet in bandages.

When my lungs were finally strong enough to breathe on my own, they allowed me to wake up, but I was heavily medicated on hallucinogenic drugs like ketamine, to help manage the pain.  I was unable to eat or drink for several more weeks, and was fed through an NG tube in my nose, and an IV line.  Even so, it was important not to let my muscles continue to atrophy, so each day, the Physical Therapist and her assistant came in to make me stand, and eventually walk again.  I can’t describe the pain of having to move not only sore, severely atrophied muscles, but also the skin, that was so tight.  Just sitting up was exhausting and painful, but I still had to scoot, painstakingly and painfully to the edge of the bed, and somehow stand up.  Eventually I had to start walking again, and I screamed and cried in pain.  There are no words to describe the agony.  At this point, I was having skin grafting surgeries every other day, and bandage changes each day in between.  Before I even left this first hospital, I had a total of nine, eight-hour surgeries, and at least 30 bandage changes.

Once I was discharged from this hospital, I was transferred to UC Irvine Medical Center, for another week for medicated bandage changes, which my parents did, and then I spent two more weeks at Healthbridge for inpatient, intensive Physical, Occupational, and Speech therapy.  I had to work on balance, walking up and down stairs, grasping and holding things with my hands and fingers, stretching my mouth, and learning how to speak clearly.  Once I was discharged from this hospital, I continued outpatient Physical, Occupational, and Speech therapy three days a week, one hour per session, for the next eighteen months.  On the days we did not have therapy at Loma Linda, I did therapy at home, 2-3 times a day.  We also drove an hour into Orange County every other week for the next year, for Burn and Wound Care, and to meet with the Plastic Surgeon.  Even with all that therapy, it was still not enough to keep my skin stretched out in some places.  My chin pulled tightly to my chest, and I was unable to look up without moving my whole upper body.  It also pulled the skin of my eyes down.  My lip fused to my chin, my thumb fused to my pointer finger, and I have extensive webbing between my fingers.  I also had extensive, hypertrophic scarring everywhere I had skin grafts.  Hypertrophic scarring is where the skin builds on itself, so I have thick, raised scars.  I have had four more full depth skin grafts to my lip, neck, and thumb, and three z-plasty surgeries to my lip, neck and thumb.  Additionally, I have had laser surgery every other month to correct the hypertrophic scarring.  To date, I have had ten laser surgeries, and will continue to have them every other month to my face, hands, arms, shoulders, back, neck, and chest, at least until I turn eighteen.  I will also have at least two more z-plasty surgeries to correct my ears, and the webbing on my hands.  So far, I have had twenty-six surgeries, not including the bandage changes, and probably have a minimum of twenty more surgeries coming up over the course of the next three years. 

One of the hardest things to deal with has been getting used to how I look since my accident.  I was terrified that no one, not even my mom, could love me anymore.  Of course my mom still loves me, and always tells me how handsome I am.  But I have had to learn to deal with people staring, and with cruel comments.  I have had people tell me I look like Freddy Krueger, and had one person even tell me I should’ve just died in the fire.  Other than the pain of the surgeries and physical therapy, cruelty has been the hardest challenge to overcome.   

This is why I love camp.  I had never been to camp before my accident, so I had no idea what to expect.  The reality of camp exceeded all my expectations.  I have many friends in my neighborhood, and at school, but none of them can ever understand what I have been through.  They will never have to deal with bullies in the same way I do, or have the kind of scars that change how you look and feel about yourself.  I even have a vocabulary that only other burn survivors understand.  This brings me to the best thing about camp.  Camp is a place for survivor kids to be together.  It is a place for us to have fun, and be around other kids who understand and support each other.  No one stares at camp, because we all have scars, and no one bullies us.  Camp teaches us we have value beyond our appearance, and gives us a game plan to deal with staring and bullying.  At camp, I look forward to being around kids who are like me, and doing amazing things like zip lining, and snowboarding.  I really look forward to our banquet, where we dress up, dance, and get to have a photo booth. These experiences are what make all the challenges that burn survivors go through a more positive experience.  Because of my experience at camp, I am stronger as a person, and more confident in myself.  I am so grateful to the kind and generous people who make camp possible for survivors.

You can help Josh, and children like him, by donating to our camp program. 

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