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THURSDAY 2/22/07 ROCKY MOUNTAIN NEWS NEWS 15
THE CROSSING By Kevin Vaughann Photos by Chris Schneidern Rocky Mountain News
CHAPTER 27: NEVER SAY NEVER
Thirteen-year-old Cheryl Brown lay in her hospital bed,nasty scrapes on her face, a cut swerving acrossher right cheek, heavy sandbags jammed up and downher sides to keep her from moving.
BOB TALKIN/ROCKY MOUNTAIN NEWS/1961
Paralyzed: Cheryl Brown, photographed in her hospital bed on Dec. 14, 1961, could not move herlegs for several days after a train smashed into her school bus. But after a doctor told her she wouldnever walk again, she regained the feeling in her legs and was soon on her feet again.
Aboutthis series
In just seconds, 20 children died,and a community was devastated.
At 7:59 a.m. on Dec. 14, 1961, ahigh-speed passenger trainsmashed into a school buscarrying 36 students in the farmcountry of Weld County. It was theworst traffic accident in Coloradohistory. Only 16 children and thebus driver survived.
We cannot know how today’stragedies — Columbine,Oklahoma City, Sept. 11 — willripple over a lifetime.
But 45 years after that bittermorning outside Greeley, we cansee — if not fully understand —how a single moment has thepower to uncoil through decades,shaping people for the rest of theirlives.
Onlineat RockyMountainNews.com
n Video: When a doctor toldCheryl Brown she would neverwalk again, she proved himwrong.n Slide show: Family albums,portraits.n Discuss: Talk at 11 a.m. todaywith reporter Kevin Vaughan,share your thoughts on the seriesand read others’ comments atRockyTalk Live.n Sources: Read an annotatedversion of the story with sourcesof information listed.n Earlier chapters: See previousinstallments in the 33-part series.
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It had been four days sinceshe’dclimbedontoher schoolbus,saved a seat for her friend, NancyAlles, and pulled out a book tostudyfor a socialstudiestest.
Four days since a speeding pas-senger train had sliced throughthe bus, hurling her into the mid-dle of a gravel road, paralyzed.She’d felt utterly helpless, unableto brush the rocks out from be-neath her, unable to ward off thebitter cold with her coat bunchedup under her arms. She’d turnedher head, seen Nancy lying askewon the road, hurt but alive, andwonderedwhy she wasn’tpushingher skirtbackdown.
In the hospital, Cheryl hadthrown up so much that the nurs-es kept a kidney-shaped stainlesssteel pan on the pillow next to herhead.
Her knees and elbows wereskinned raw. Her back was bro-ken.She couldnotmove her legs.
A bandagecovereda gash in herlower lip. She didn’t yet know it,but a surgeon would operate onher lip severaltimes in the comingweeks. Each time, he would ex-tract something new — a hunk ofrubber,a pieceof gravel,a sliver ofglass, part of a tooth. He startedcallingit her trashcan.
“I wonder what garbage we’llfind today,”he’d say eachtime.
But on this day — Dec. 18, 1961— she lay motionless as Dr. CloydArford, a professional, friendlyman with dark brown hair, en-teredher room.
He steppedup closeto her bed.“Cheryl,” he said gently, “we
havesome badnews.”“What’sthat?”she asked.“I’m afraid you’re not going to
walkagain,”he toldher.“You’rea liar,”she blurted.A day later, a tingle in her legs
told her that the feeling was re-turning. A day after that, doctorsput her in a body cast. By the endof the week, she was on her feet,walking.
Many years later, she wouldsummon that same determina-tion — that absoluterefusal to be-lieve that the worst might happen— to get throughanothercrisis.
‘To my real friend’Cheryl’sentirechildhoodunfold-
ed on the 80-acre farm where herparents tended 100 dairy cows. It
sat on the cor-ner of two coun-ty roads, a halfmile from adairy operatedbyhergrandpar-ents and a mile
fromthe Auburnschool.She grew up with her two broth-
ers: Clarence, who was four yearsolder, and Don, who was six yearsolder.
Her mother was of German de-scent, her father half-Swedish,half-English. Work and churchand 4-Hdominatedlife.Her moth-er served them sauerkraut andpork with mashed potatoes— oneof her dad’s favorites— and chick-en soup with egg dumplings, andschnit soup, a sweet mixture ofapricots,peachesand plums.
After the accident, hundreds ofcards poured in from all over thecountry, from people she nevermet, from people who simplycared. They were from Para-mount, Calif., and Rochester,N.Y., and Raleigh, N.C., andOlathe,Kan.
Many were addressed to her inRoom 319 at Weld County Gener-al Hospital.
Despite the support and good-will surrounding her, as Cheryl’sbody mended, she tried to blockout the grief of losing so manyfriends.
“When I was younger, to keepmy sanity, I had to try and forgetit, to put it in the back of mymind,” she says. “It’s hard to haveto live with something like that.Because when you think about allthe destruction, it hurts to knowthere was that much pain at thattime.”
She graduatedfrom high schoolin Greeley and worked as a li-censed practical nurse. She mar-ried and moved to Fort Collins,where her husband, Gene Hiatt,worked for Woodward GovernorCo.
On March 23, 1976, Cheryl andGenehad a daughter,Katrina.
Today, time has made memo-ries of the accidentmuch easier tobear.Shecanlookat thosesympa-thy cards stored in a sewing tabledrawerin her basement,some in asmallpapersack,othersloose.
She can remember the childrenwho died, and now and then, shepulls out a small black-and-whiteschoolpictureof one of them, Lin-da Alles.
On the back, Linda had written,“Tomy real friend.”
A daughter in troubleIn the fall of 2002, Katrina Hiatt
got sick. At first, it wasn’t evenenough to interfere with her jobtracking computer hardware forthe Otis Elevator Co. in Bristol,Conn. Just an innocent, occasion-al cough. As the days passed, itgrew worse. Several visits to doc-
tors didn’t help. Drugs didn’thelp.
Eventually, doctors consideredtwo possibilities: tuberculosis orcancer.
The test for TB came back nega-tive, so, during theweek of Thanksgiving,doctors scheduled ex-ploratory surgery.They removed alymph node in the26-year-old’sneck andsentittoa labfortests.
Backin FortCollins,Cherylfoughtfear.
She wanted to be inConnecticut with herdaughter, but Katrinapersuaded her to waituntil she got a diagno-sis.
In early December,Katrina went to seeher doctor to have the stitchespluckedoutofherneck.
The doctor told her she hadHodgkin’s lymphoma, a cancer ofthe lymph system. She’ll never for-get the phrase he used to describeit:“Stage4A.”
Stage 4, as in the final stage ofthe disease. Bad. A, as in all con-tained in one place. Good — atleastasgoodas itgetswithcancer.
Thedoctorsaidherchancesofre-covery were strong, maybe as highas 90 percent. But not everyonewhogetsHodgkin’sgetswell.
The next day, Cheryl boarded aplane. She moved into Katrina’sone-bedroomapartment.
The news stunned Cheryl andGene. Neither had much history of
cancerintheirfamilies.Katrina had been a fiend about
stayinghealthy.She’d been a ballet dancer, and
shethoughtshewasin topphysicalcondition.Now she faced the pros-
pect of a long fightthat she might notwin.
But, like hermother so manyyears before her,she had determina-tiononherside.
Fighting againThe Friday be-
fore Christmas2002, Katrina en-dured her first che-motherapy treat-ment.
Cheryl spent thenext 11 months in
Connecticut. Katrina underwentchemoevery two weeks,sitting forhours while a toxic mix of drugsdripped into her veins. The mix-ture killed cancercells. It also rav-agedher immunesystem.
Cheryl cooked a precise regi-men of meals aimed at keeping upKatrina’s strength, at keeping herfromgettingsick.
Cheryl wondered constantlywhether her only child would getwell. She learned a lot along theway — about Hodgkin’s, aboutthings she could do to help herdaughter fight it. Even about her-self.
Today,Cheryl looksbackonthattime with a mixture of relief andawe. She is a woman who uses
laughterto fight off nervousnessoruncomfortable feelings. She is notlaughingnow.
“You learn that you have to dowhat you have to do,” Cheryl says,“and you can’t say, ‘Poor me’ or‘Woeis me.’ You just do it and keepgoing, because if you don’t, she’dnevermadeit.Youhadtokeepsay-ing, ‘You’regoingtogetwell.’
“And there were times, trust me,after her chemo when I don’t thinkshe ever cared if she got well, be-cause of the nausea and every-thing.”
She brushesoff comparisonsbe-tweenher daughter’sstrength andthemoxieCheryl showedwhenshelooked her doctor in the eye andtoldhimhewasa liar.
“Tome,herswassomuchharderofa fightthanwhatIhad,”shesays.
Katrina shrugs it off. “You don’tknow what you can fight throughuntilyouhaveto,”shesays.
That yeargaveKatrinatwogifts:her health and a new relationshipwithhermother.
“How many people as an adultget to know their parents again?”sheasks.
Katrina returned to Colorado inDecember with her boyfriend tospend Christmas with her parents.Shebroughtgifts—abasketofCon-necticut wine for her mother;shirts, cologne and a watch for herfather.
But there was one gift they allshared that was better than therest:threeyearsofremission.
FRIDAY: A Christmas wish
Philosophical: Cheryl Brown Hiatt, outside her Fort Collins home, is at peace with the train-bus crash and her daughter’s illness. “Wehave to accept our lives as they are,” she says. “You can’t change what’s been. You can only change what you do from here forward.”
Struggle: KatrinaHiatt, like her mother,battled back from ahealth crisis.
Cheryl Brown
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