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June 2, 2010 12:44:49
Posted By gregwagner
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By the time I finish this post it will be midnight, so I will write this as though it were after midnight.
Today I am a 22-year survivor of a ruptured brain aneurysm and stroke. Today is my anniversary and, by all accounts, today is a second birthday. In fact, today is almost a greater day because I was given a second chance at life on this day in 1988 that has taken me to 2010 thus far. Wow. I remember when my neurosurgeon discharged me when I was 18. He told me that I don’t need to see him anymore and that he feels he can take out the shunt he put in my head to clip the bleed. He told me he doesn’t think it is doing anything, but he doesn’t see any reason to put me through another brain surgery so he left it there. I have had no complications since my neurosurgeon said goodbye. I remember when my neurologist told me that I am healthier than he is. I was 22 at the time and had just lost 65 pounds in just over 6 months. I was training to run my first marathon. I have run, and completed, 5 marathons now. That’s right, I said 5 marathons. Take that cerebral hemorrhage. Absolutely nothing beyond your own doubt holds you back from achieving. Believe and strive with full determination and the “impossible” becomes an average day in your life. All it takes is walking one step further than you did today. In ten years, that is a lot of damn steps…but once you make them, they remain permanently part of your life. Your world evolves with each progressive step YOU make. The key is that you have to make it. I was set for dead. My pediatrician told my parents I was being flown to Children’s, but I wouldn’t be alive when I got there. They flew my neurosurgeon in from vacation to diagnose and operate on me. They did every scan and test until, finally, they scanned the back of my head. They couldn’t see anything because of all the pressure from the blood that was gushing from the rupture. When I survived surgery, doctors knew I would walk, but had no idea how much independence and basic functioning I would have. It’s now 22 years later and you can barely see my disability, if you even see it at all. This is my second chance at life, but the beauty of what happened to me is that it happened at such a young age. I don’t remember how I used to be. I don’t remember my life before. This was a clean slate, albeit a painful clean slate. Today, like every day to follow, is the healthiest and strongest I have known myself to be. That is a blessing. Truth is we all have that strength. A lot of people don’t realize how strong they are or how far their strength increases beyond their disability because that memory of before is too dark of a cloud to see beyond. I knew there was a beyond because I never knew that dark cloud of before. With each stride I make, I hope I am demystifying that cloud for every person, survivor or non, who has to overcome that daily, streaming battle of before. I still have permanent nerve damage that streams down the right side of my body. It feels exactly like when you run your cold hands under hot water. That numbing sensation is my right side all the time. It never stops. Each day I go to the gym and battle it. I get stronger every day, but my strength for continuing on is not to better myself, but knowing that bettering myself inspires other people to better themselves. |