Combating Brain Injury

Hello All, this morning began with thunder, rain and a very bad headache. As I have previously shared I am a recovered TBI survivor. Dealing with the emotional ups and downs of TBI can be very difficult and trying for those you come in contact with. The people who don’t know the inner warfare you’re dealing with.

This morning I cried a river. I cried for my lost dreams. I cried for my confidence. I cried for the distance. It’s hard to think when you’re swimming in emotional turmoil. One minute you’re happy, almost euphoric, the next you’re crying a river.

I don’t have any answers if you’re looking for solutions. I just have my story.

In 2005 the crash ejaculated me from the vehicle hitting the back of my head and sending me into a coma, with a broken neck and broken arm. After being rushed to Wichita ICU for immediate medical treatment. I was diagnosed with severe traumatic brain injury and a VP Shunt was installed in my head. The shunt helps the fluid drain from my brain. It was put in because of my condition of hydrocephalus which is the condition of water being above the brain. The shunt works as a drain.

I woke from my coma with a light-headed unconscious feeling.  My head felt heavy and I remember being very confused as to why. A halo had been tightened around my neck the metal pricks rested against my forehead. I couldn’t talk because my mouth had been wired shut or even eat because of my feeding tube. IV’s trailed from my bed.

I was sent to Madonna Hospital in Lincoln, NE. Here, after loads and loads of therapy ranging from speech to physical, occupational and whatever else. I recovered slowly. My mother, a teacher stayed with me throughout my entire rehabilitation there. I am so thankful for her loving care at that time in my life. I couldn’t have survived as well without her. My dad also was a huge support as he visited the hospital quite frequently during my time there. Once he brought my puppy Cowgirl. That was a good day.

My time at Madonna was a trying one as I stubbornly dealt with the fact that I could no longer walk and was wheeled everywhere. Among other things, I could no longer do. The loads and loads of therapy plus my stubbornness to not give up really paid off. I remember walking across a blue rubber mat towards my mom for the first time. She was crying. I could now tell her I loved her and stumble behind a walker. I am so thankful to the therapists who worked with me during my struggles at Madonna. My especial recollection goes to my OT and PT who worked tirelessly with me, pushing me to achieve. And my huge immediate family. My sister who sang to me and my other sister who read to me.

I was really blessed and lucky. 

After struggling through the rest of my elementary, junior high and high school I finally graduated with a surprising 3.0. Thank you there to all the teachers and paras that helped me earn that. I went directly that summer on to Community College where I fulfilled an associate of general studies (AGS) emphasis in English, in a total of 4 years and loads of failed classes.

Keep your head up. Persevere.

Miracles do happen. 

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