Rise Again An Inspiration

rise again in the Jury mountainsThis is the second year anniversary of my death. Only I lived. How do you process a near death experience, when you realized you could have, should have, would have died? Without the miracle of emergency helicopter transport, highly skilled neurosurgeons and endless encouragement of therapists, family and friends, I wouldn’t be here.

I feel guilty. Why am I still here when so many other younger, brighter, better people have died so senselessly in accidents, illness, war, COVID and other catastrophes?

I must use my time to do something meaningful for others. Why else are we here on earth if not help our fellow mankind? On April 10, 2020, I had an accident from which I am still recovering; but I had already lived over 6 decades.

A former student’s battle back from brain injury was eerily similar, but so much worse. Gordon was only 13 years old when he hit his head in a tragic ski accident. He spent months in a coma in Grenoble, France and then many more recovering in a children’s rehabilitation hospital in Zurich, Switzerland. He eventually returned to school. Now he is turning his tragedy into inspiration for other kids.

I can relate to every scene of Gordon’s honestly raw documentary as I relived memories of my hours of therapy. I stumbled down the hallways of my rehab center gripping wall bars, I repeated numbers and letters on flash cards and molded lumps of clay to regain dexterity in my fingers. I learned to lift my foot, swing my arm, hold utensils.

hiking the Jury

I scowled at my occupational therapist when she tried to reteach me things I’d learned as a two-year-old like wash my face, brush my teeth, wipe my butt.

In the basement hallway of the hospital I paced, stopping in front of the door labeled “Morgue,” giving thanks for my great fortune. I could be dead. I pushed through exhaustion, humiliation and hopelessness to heal.

In the aftermath of a brain injury, I raced against time to maximize a phenomena known as neuroplasticity. One can retrain the brain using different neurons to compensate for those severed in the brain from trauma.

After hours of occupational therapy, physical therapy, speech therapy and neuropsychology, I collapsed in bed falling asleep only to be woken minutes later by another therapist to take me to my afternoon sessions. I wanted to scream, “Go away!”

Instead I set goals - get outside the hospital, outside my broken body, outside the prison in my mind.

rise again in the Jury mountainsTwo years later, I can walk for miles, talk for hours and swim again. I must appreciate how far I have come and accept that my rehabilitation journey is ongoing with therapy, treatment, and exercise until recovery becomes my way of life.

Gordon, an inspiring teenage boy, who came back from the brink summed it up when he recounts what he learned on his unexpected journey.

“There is always something to be grateful for no matter how unlikely. Beauty surrounds us, but we have to CHOSE to want to see it.”

“Never compare yourself to others. Each person has their own journey.”

“Life is full of challenges; it is not always meant to be easy. It is not what happens to us; it is how we chose to respond to it. Goals happen only when we are challenged and this is opportunity.”

Before he even took his first steps, Gordon set a new goal - walk over 2000 meters up the Schilthorn Mountain in Switzerland.

He did it.

Here is his story.

Posted in health, inspiration.


    • Thank you, Babette, for all the encouragement you gave me during my recovery. I will never ever forget the support you gave me and Gerald and how your understanding of the importance of retraining the brain in the early weeks after injury becomes paramount in making a recovery.

  1. Wow! What an inspirational story! Thank you for sharing. And Pat, you have been a HUGE inspiration to so many people for so long, even before this most recent accident. It began when you were drafted into the first professional women’s basketball league, the WBL and young women and girls looked up to you as their role model. It continued when you crawled back from your horrific car crash and had to reinvent yourself, and now once again. Hmmm, are you beginning to see a pattern here?! You just keep going, Girl! You are amazing and you handle it with such grace and humility. You teach us life lessons every time you publish an article for this blog. You teach me grit, resilience, and appreciation for the small things every time I spend time with you, speak to you on the phone or read your posts. Thank you my friend for teaching us to appreciate the smallest of details.

    • Thanks, Tina,for reminding me of those other “events” I survived. Your words to me have ALWAYS been inspirational. I cannot take credit for an ability to savor the little moments. That never came easy for me. That was a lesson I learned from you dear friend. You taught to celebrate every milestone – you know how you always loved an excuse to throw a party – and oh so many good times we have shared.

  2. What a fantastic story. Thanks for sharing Gordon’s journey, and continuing to share yours!

  3. Just look at the depth and breadth of your article. Each new post demonstrates your mind’s ” return ” to agility and focus. Your word choice is spot-on and your stamina continues to grow, on the page and on the trail!
    So proud of you !

    • Okay, Amy, now you have me in tears with your words. Thank you for reminding me to continue to use my gift and to appreciate the ability to still find those words, even if the process of putting feelings on paper takes a lot longer.

  4. Pat, your recovery is proof of what humans can accomplish when they set their minds to doing something! You never cease to amaze me with your determination and spunk. I think you’re a true daughter of the good old Midwest, my friend! And thank you for the link to Gordon’s story — most impressive! Keep doing what you do — your story is touching more lives than you realize.

    • Thanks for your uplifting words Debbie. I like to think I am a daughter of the good old Midwest and that I took the best of the heartland with me wherever I go.

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