After her main parachute malfunctioned, she pulled her reserve parachute. The two tangled and collapsed. She fell 3,200 feet (1km or the hieght of 2 CN Towers). She hit the ground at 90 KM an hour.. part of her body went 3 1/2 inches into the ground.
After a few months in an induced coma, 106 blood transfusions, hundreds of hours of orthopaedic and reconstructive surgery, a bowel reconstruction, colostomy and eventually a reverse colostomy I was started the rehabilitation process.
Imagine being compelled to do or say the worst possible thing at the worst possible time. This could include shouting the “N word" in your class at school, farting on a date, or yelling “Bomb!” in an airport.
Based on my experience of living with Narcolepsy, I offer you a few nuggets of wisdom to help guide you in supporting the people in your life, or the people you will encounter, who are living with illness. Consider this a crash course in support ‘networking’…
I’ve had a diagnosis of major depressive disorder for longer than I haven’t. It started when I was about ten years old. Between the ages of twelve to seventeen, it was severe. I became addicted to suicide. I saw death as the solution to what I felt like was a constant catastrophe inside me.
To paraphrase Kris Carr, "Cancer isn’t a gift because I wouldn’t give it to you, but a lot of good can come from it.” My own diagnosis and treatment for stage IV Hodgkin’s lymphoma at the age of 26 turned my world upside down but spat me out a wiser, more conscientious young man.