| On the morning of July 1, 2008 I kissed my wife goodbye, and got on
my bike to ride to work. It had been a good summer so far.
I'd done a string of three marathons in the previous three
months, and was training to do some olympic distance triathlons.
Three days before, I'd done a nice 30k run in nearby Bridle
Trails State Park with friends. I expected I'd get out for
a recovery run, and ride for about an hour that day. As I
rode up the hill away from the house, I remember feeling like my
legs were still a bit tired from the run in the park. I
reflected on how fun it was taking the final loop with a good
friend. Things were getting busy at work, so getting in
early would allow me to get started on some things I needed to
do. But things didn't go according to plan ...
A week later, I woke up in the ICU at Harborview Hospital in Seattle,
and learned that I'd been in a serious bicycle accident. You can
read about the days immediately following the accident
here (the caring bridge site that Kris used to share the news with
everyone).
The accident occurred on a fairly busy street about 2 or 3 miles
from our house. I was going along at a pretty good clip (about 25
mph), when a driver who was lost and late for a job interview cut me
off. I hit his Ford F150 truck just behind the passenger door, and
then rolled under the vehicle. His right rear wheel rolled over my
head. Apparently I was conscious for a short time following the
accident, but I recall nothing. You can read a little about
what I remember from the day of the accident. Also
check out my account of reading the
police report from the accident.
My injuries included a collapsed lung, many broken facial bones,
broken ribs, broken scapula and collarbone, and lost vision in my left
eye. More seriously, I'd incurred a
Traumatic Brain
Injury. In
addition to fractures in my skull, I'd damaged an artery on the left
side of my head, which then started to bleed into the gap between my
skull and dura. This wasn't detected until several hours after I
had been brought to Harborview. I required a
Craniotomy
to stop the bleeding and save my life. A portion of my skull was
removed to permit my injured brain to swell and then heal. I was
placed into an medically-induced coma for about a week to permit this
healing to take place.
I'm very lucky to be here. Through an amazing combination of
excellent medical care, good fortune, and wonderful love and support, I've been able to recover
a good deal from this. Today, I'm able to work, swim, run, drive,
and to be a loving parent and spouse.
I could not have done this alone. My
friends spent lots of time watching over me in the hospital and at home.
My colleagues at work demonstrated lots of support. My brother
spent a large portion of the summer up here in the Seattle area,
spending time with me. My parents spent hours with me, and with
the kids. My children were big helps around the house, and showed
much strength in dealing with their dad's serious accident. And my
wife was amazing as a medical advocate, caregiver, and effectively as a
single parent while I was waylaid for months.
Six months after the accident,
I ran a half marathon. I didn't
set any speed records, but ran the whole way and felt strong doing it.
In early April, about nine months after the accident,
I completed my first post-accident marathon, in the beautiful Yakima
River Valley. The metaphor of rebirth after nine months didn't
escape me. I've gone on to complete ten marathons in 2009, proving to myself that I'm
feeling as strong as ever.
Physically, I'm
pretty much as recovered as I'm going to get. Although I'm still
recovering emotionally from the accident, I hit an important milestone
by
riding my bike to work along the same route I'd traveled ten months
earlier, in May of 2009.
On Father's Day 2009, I spoke (via video) to the
congregation of the Northlake Unitarian Universalist Church
about
my new perspective on being a dad that this accident has
given me. In July of 2009, we quietly observed
the anniversary of the accident, and (six days later) of
my waking up.
I've been given a rare gift. I've seen and felt how much love
I have present in my life. Someday, I hope to have the strength
and perspective to look at this as a positive experience. Working
towards recovery has not been easy, but it is an opportunity to
appreciate life for all it is.
Following are some links to things detailing the journey through
recovery :
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In the ICU at Harborview, July 3, 2008 |

With my daughters in my hospital room,
late July 2008 |

Just before my cranioplasty, late August
2008 |

Post-cranioplasty, September 2008 |

Just ran a half marathon, January 2009 |

Three months, six marathons, July 2009 |
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