About Us

December 3, 2013 forever changed my life. My only child Trey(27), was arrested and put under $600,000 bond. I was at Myrtle Beach when I got the call and actually thought about jumping off the balcony. I knew it was going to be bad for a long time. He had been in trouble before but nothing with prison time. I left the beach late that night and came home for his first appearance on the 4th. Our superior court uses video for inmates, he did not even know I was there at the time. After the judge read all seventeen stacked drug charges and the time that goes with it he was appointed a lawyer. After court I scheduled my sister a visit for the 5th, his father a visit for the 6th and both of us for the 7th. I went back to the beach to pack up, collect other family members and check out. My sisters visit was cancelled after she got there, Trey was to sick for a visit. His fathers visit was cancelled by phone, Trey was in the infirmary. On the 7th about noon I get a call from the local hospital, asking for my permission to do a lumbar puncture and a MRI on Trey(why couldn't he give permission). They refuse to tell me anything about him, just needed my permission. I said yes and they hung up. I am in a full blown panic, I call the detention center, they will not tell me anything and inform me that if I go to the hospital, he'll be moved and no one will know where. After pacing and worrying for five hours the chaplain calls his father and says the sheriff called him to call us and we needed to get to the hospital, a officer will escort us to see our son and stay with us. We were there within thirty minutes and the officer took us to him. Horror engulfed me, my son has a temperature of 104, no movement on his left side, he's seizing and they had started life support but he was now breathing on his own, he can not communicate. They think he's had a stroke. I can't believe my eyes, on the video at court he seemed alright, that was just three days ago. I'm in shock, is he going to live? His father and I got to spend fifteen minutes with him and had to leave. Something broke in me that day, my heart, my mind and my body fought for my sanity in the hospital parking lot. We were told if we tell anyone and they call or try to see him there he would be moved away. How do you deal with such trauma without family or friends but we couldn't take the chance? His girlfriend, his grandmother, his great-grandmother, aunts and uncles could know nothing. I am losing my sanity in a dark lonely world, wondering if my son is going to survive. Screaming out loud in a car is deafening and I wanted to pass out because the pain was unbearable. Somehow we got home and out of the car. It is so hard to write about even now. We can not see him on the 8th but call the captain and ask about the 9th. I had to go forty eight hours of pure torture before I could see him or know if he was still living. A thousand thoughts and no sleep. You can not sleep wondering whether you'll see your child alive again. Captain told me to be grateful as he didn't have to let me see him at all or give me any access to his medical info since he's state property. As you can see we have such compassionate leo's. I called his lawyer on the 9th and told him that he was in the hospital and he said he'd see him when he got back to jail, damn court appointed lawyer. Such inhumane treatment of a mother with a son in critical condition in the intensive care secret room(no windows and still ankle cuffed to the bed)and the nurses treat him like a convict and us like we are bad parents. They are no help and refuse to talk to us. Got to survive so I can try and help my son, praying, screaming, crying, cussing, begging, pain, heartache and complete misery have taken me over. Thank God he's still alive when we get to go back on the 9th for fifteen minutes. My son's mug shot and my pride and joy unconditionally. I LOVE HIM