Hello I am Allison. I moved to the Des Moines area in July of 2019. If you want to know more about me I suggest checking out my Instagram anoelle93 because I’m on there more often then here. Stay safe, stay healthy, and vote blue!
The Geffre family has been significantly impacted by a recent tragedy. Their son is an … Melissa Milani needs your support for The Geffre F
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Friends and family - we cannot slow down now. We cannot lose momentum. Please continue to share this far and wide!
The media will eventually stop reporting and the world will soon get back to life as usual, while victims and their families will still be dealing with the aftermath. I know for us, we’ll be dealing with the aftermath of this tragedy for years to come.
Sage was in surgery for 9+ hours, with 3 surgeons working different areas.
They counted 21 holes in our son. 21.
He was shot 12 times and has 3 bullets remaining in his body.
There is a bullet hole entrance in his lower back, right next to the spine that grazed and traveled around his spine, knicked his kidney, traumatized the adrenal gland, lacerated his spleen, put a hole in his diaphragm, and ultimately ended up in the lung where it lodged itself, and ultimately collapsed the lung. Surgeon has no idea how the bullet missed his spine and traveled the way it did, but said he’d likely be paralyzed if it hit his spine. This bullet is still in his lung and will likely form scar tissue over it.
Sage sustained a shot to his left forearm, where multiple bullets went in, causing the bone to shatter. Surgeon removed all shrapnel in the arm, and Sage will be in a cast for healing.
Sage was also shot in the back of his right knee, significantly damaging an artery. Artery from his upper left thigh was harvested and used in his right leg. They clamped above and below the bullet, and the vascular surgeon then create a newly routed artery to save Sage’s leg. Due to his leg being without blood flow for about 10 hours, they made 2 deep vertical incisions on each side of his calf to allow for muscle swelling. Thankfully, at the end of surgery there was no swelling, so they stapled those incisions up. This surgeon did incredibly beautiful work on our son.
There are several bullets still in our son…
It was the first day back after winter break. The kids were excited to see their friends. Sage had on a new outfit and shoes from Christmas. I dropped the boys off at 7:10am; they like to get there a little early to hang with friends before school starts. Sage said he went to the bathroom when he got there, (and later told us he saw the shooter in the bathroom stall). Sage didn’t speak to him and said it looked like he was just sitting in there. Sage finished up and went to go sit with his friends at a table in the commons. He recalls his back facing the bathrooms and he was looking forward toward the gym. He recalls it being roughly 15 minutes from the time he left the bathroom, to the time the shooter came out of the bathroom.
He heard the first big shot, then a second. And it was with the second shot, Sage said he hit the floor. This child mustered up the courage to turn around and look to see the shooter holding a shotgun. With gunshots in his back, leg, arms, thighs, abdomen and chest; Sage got up and ran for his life on one leg down the hall the multi purpose room that is at the other end of the building. He said a window was shot out down there. Imagine how fast those bullets were coming out to shatter a window at the other end of the school… the same bullets that hit our son and other students at a much closer range.
Sage said he banged on the doors saying “help me, help me!” And a woman with red hair came and busted thru an exit door, loaded him up in her car and got him to our local hospital.
After dropping the boys off at 7:10am, I went back home to eat breakfast before logging in for work. at 7:36am I got a call from my middle schooler yelling “mom, there’s a shooter in the school - I’m running to Casey’s - come get me!” I could hardly hear his muffled voice and was in complete disbelief, saying “what are you talking about?!”
And with labored breathing and hearing him running in the background he screamed again “there’s a shooter shooting up the school, come get me!”
I told my middle schooler to stay in the phone with me until I got there. I grabbed my keys and fled. I picked up my middle schooler and the friend he ran with at about 7:39am and immediately asked “where’s your brother?!”
“I don’t know, mom.”
I began calling Sage - voicemail. Called again - voicemail. And again. And again. And again. And again. Voicemail.
The panic began to feel incredibly real knowing I still had a child in that school building. I drove to the front of the high school and was told many kids went out the back of the school and others ran to the armory. I rushed to the armory and my eyes scanned the cluster of children huddling together outside, looking for my son’s face. I couldn’t see it. A teacher came up, asking who I was looking for and I asked if they’d seen Sage. They said no. It was at this time, 7:42am - I got a call from my husband…
“Megan - Sage has been shot! He’s at the Dallas County Hospital - GO!”
And with that my heart sank lower than it’s ever been and panic set in. I whipped the car around and rushed to the hospital with my hand on the horn the entire time. My middle schooler and his friend later told me they were surprised we made it to the hospital in one piece. As we pulled up, myself, my son and his friend ran and banged on the locked glass doors of the ER. We were immediately let in and I said “my son is here where is he?!”
The woman said he’s here but she wasn’t sure what room he was in. She hit the button to open the ER doors and I hollered down the hall, “Sage!!”
And I hear - “Mom!!”
My baby was alive.
I walked in to see my sons body laying on a gurney; covered in blood and holes, and his face white as a ghost. His pants were cut off him and soaked in blood. I immediately grabbed his hand in mine and couldn’t stop looking at him. “Am I gonna die, mom?”
“No baby. You’re not gonna die. I got you.”
They sent a chopper to transport but by the time it got there, there were other victims - one that wasn’t stable and needed the chopper more. We waited about 5 more minutes and an ambulance showed up to take Sage to a Des Moines that could handle his injuries. I couldn’t ride with my baby because my other son and friend were with me. So the ambulance gave us a 10 minute head start to get there since it would take a few minutes to get Sage loaded up.
We made it to the hospital in no time - drove 90 the entire way and passed probably 30+ law enforcement and ambulances that were heading into Perry on our way out. Got to the hospital and they determined surgery was necessary. From there is when I really began posting the updates on Facebook.
Please continue to keep Sage and our family in your thoughts and prayers - as well as the countless other victims affected by this tragic event. Our lives don’t go back to normal just because the media stops reporting on it.
I had to go to the ER twice in a week to get anti nausea meds and IV fluids due to not being able to keep anything down for 5 days, and Droperidol is one of the worst fucking drugs and I swear I have PTSD from it. They gave it to me, I instantly vomited, and I felt like I was going crazy. I was not able to get comfortable and honestly thought they were going to have to commit me. It’s been 3 days since they gave me that injection and I still feel off and have some sort of brain fog from it. Literally, the only thing that’s helped the brain fog even a little bit is listening to Taylor Swift. I know that sounds so fucking dumb and maybe I am, but the power of her music has helped me once again. And woah since when am I a tumblr girl again?
As of right now, I have 17 days to raise $1,674 in order to bring the second film I've written to life. I got the idea for this film when a friend of mine was murdered by her husband. This film is a thriller that centers around domestic violence, but I changed it up a little from the norm. Usually in these types of films and stories, the wife is the one being abused. In this film, I have the husband being abused by the wife because I feel like we need more representation for male victims. We also have some great prize packages for different amounts of donations. If you click the link, you can watch a video where you can meet some of the cast and crew. Please take the time to check it out, and if you can't donate I understand completely. Please reblog as we are really really needing the funding.
This is the first film I've ever written and I was lucky enough to find some people here in Iowa to help me bring it to life. This 17 minute film is based on my relationship with my grandpa. Rosie's Necklace won the Award of Achievement for Live Action Entertainment and Best Original Music Score at the Iowa Motion Picture Awards.
This year has been fucking terrible so I’m going to rant.
My mom had her fifth back surgery this year and then found out she was in stage three liver failure. On December 22nd she had emergency surgery on her colon and was able to go home on the 26. Today, the 28th, we are on our 4th hour waiting in the emergency room waiting room because she is in extreme pain from where her colon surgery was. She has been off work a lot this year due to health issues, I just finished a 17 credit semester while working full time. We have struggled with money so much this year but it’s worse now than ever. Not enough money for rent that is due on the 1st, not enough money for a car payment, mental health isn’t the greatest. Not sure how much more of this I can handle.
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