It was announced today that doctors have determined that Bobbi Kristina Brown’s brain damage is “global and irreversible.” While there is some slim chance that her condition could change, she is currently unresponsive and unable to care for herself in any way.
I’ve refrained from posting anything about this sad situation because I wanted to hear some kind of definitive statement from the people in charge of her medical care. Her father, R&B performer Bobby Brown, recently said that he believed she was awake and watching him. That’s totally understandable; he wants his baby to recover. But the chances of this poor young woman returning to any semblance of normal life at this point are practically nil.
And I hate that. I never cared much one way or the other for Bobbi Kristina, except to feel bad about the hand she’d been dealt in life. Sure, she was the famous child of two famous and talented people, with the money and means to do whatever she wanted with her young life. But both her parents were troubled, their marriage volatile, and Bobbi Kristina lacked a solid foundation. When her mother Whitney Houston died suddenly a few years ago, this child seemed so lost and alone in the world–even though it was clear she had plenty of family support. There was such a sadness in her eyes.
Bobbi Kristina was found face down in her bathtub on January 31st and placed in a medically induced coma. Everyone was hopeful for a full recovery at first, but without knowing how long she’d been without oxygen, there was no way of knowing what kind of chances she had. As the weeks wore on, it became clear (to me, at least, with no medical background whatsoever) that Bobbi Kristina would not recover, at least not enough to be an active participant in her own life. She is technically alive; there must be some kind of activity in her brain. But whatever life she has is so compromised, I can’t imagine what it must be like for her or her family. I hope she doesn’t have any real awareness of what’s happening to her, that whatever spark that made up her is not trapped inside that living shell. That sounds like the worst kind of horror to me.
Her drowning, for want of a better term (police are still investigating this as a crime) happened just before the third anniversary of her mother’s death. Houston died in a similar manner, which makes this all so eerie. But I know that whatever else may be the case in this horrible tragedy, Whitney Houston is with her child in some way.