The following is a patient account by Scott DeNuys in his own words. Scott contacted the College because he wanted to share his story of healing and thank the doctor who helped him, Dr. Craig Stimson (Davenport ‘83). Dr. Stimson’s practice, Advantage Wellness Center, is located in Denver, Colo.
I had returned to Davenport after 10 years of living away, just visiting occasionally, to be close to my mother. She was having health problems and awaiting heart surgery. I purchased a house a block away from her in August 2008. Mom passed away in May 2009. I had a huge task of sorting 45 years of accumulation to sell her house and settle the estate.
On Sept. 2, 2009, I was working on the house—painting as well as burning tree limbs and old paperwork of hers in the backyard burn ring. Around midnight, an individual came into the yard and asked for my wallet. As I started toward him he swung a ball bat size branch that he had picked up in the yard, hitting me in the neck. Simultaneously, two more individuals came into the yard and beat me with clubs. I was able to run toward the street, still being beaten, and lost consciousness. There is no doubt they wanted to kill me. I came to, looked for my phone, then realized the house had also been burglarized. I was finally able to make it to the Kahl Home across the street, where help was called.
I spent five days at Genesis West. My injuries included a depressed skull fracture (emergency craniotomy); fractured maxilla; an ear nearly torn off; lacerations to my face, neck, back and head; and extensive contusions all over from defensive wounds.
During the next two months, I healed well cosmetically but lost approximately 35 pounds due to my broken jaw and stress, I guess. I also had a nagging case of tinnitus that was like loud A.M. radio static in my right ear. My neurologist told me this was typical and that with the extent of my injuries, it could be a year before it abated. This is where Dr. Stimson comes in.
While walking in downtown Davenport late in October 2009, I used the ATM at Second and Perry streets. I sat on the bench by the ATM and noticed the plaque with the story of D.D. Palmer and his first adjustment that restored hearing. The plaque was right next to the bench.
Craig Stimson has been my good friend since we were at Central High School in Davenport. I called him the following day in Denver, where he has practiced for nearly 30 years. I told him the situation, and without hesitation, he told me that number one, my hearing prognosis may or may not be correct. Number two, get my broken self out there ASAP. I drove to Denver.
Dr. Stimson took me into his home, and over the next five weeks or so, he worked what I consider physiological miracles. He had my hearing cleared up within a week. He manipulated my broken skull, which was lopsided, to a level of symmetry. He got me on dietary supplements and provided encouragement to get light exercise. The weight started to come back on.
I can't say where fate would have me today without his kind, professional intervention. Dr. Stimson refused to bill me for his services, nor would he accept anything from me for the stay at his home.
I feel this is a story of the highest level of kindness, compassion and professionalism. I still have emotional scars from this ordeal, but when I think of Craig Stimson’s selflessness of sharing his knowledge and skills, that mitigates what could have been much worse.
I'm not generally one to heap kudos in any direction. I worked for Davenport Fire Department for 15 years, received high honors, and left on a Line of Duty disability pension. I've seen misery. To have someone step up without obligation, provide excellent professional care and provide invaluable emotional support out of simple kindness as Dr. Stimson did deserves more than I can put in words.
I appreciate the recognition you can give among his peers. He knows nothing about this correspondence and has never thought twice about his actions. I'll never forget.