Ill Never Get to Walk Again Wheelchair

I'll Never Walk the Same Again

By Brook MacDonald

The mind and the torso can do incredible things.

Impossible things.

I idea I knew that being a mountain biker. Regularly traversing downwards a mountain at speeds of upwards to 85 km/h requires an element of insanity.

Ironically though, it was a crash that taught me merely how powerful those 2 things are.

A crash that would mark the worst day of my life.

A crash that would alter my life.

MONT SAINT ANNE

The World Champs are a different kind of brute when it comes to mount biking.

With our regular World Loving cup season, there are a number of races beyond the year and the key to success is merely being consistent.

Simply the World Champs are a ane-off race. One run, one adventure.

Mentally preparing for that is pretty hard considering you know one little mistake can cost you everything.

But in August last year, when I travelled to Quebec for the 2019 edition, I felt like I had really prepared myself well.

Over the terminal 5 years, I had really washed things right leading into the competition and that's where I e'er peaked, so in terms of a i-off race, I felt like I couldn't be in a better identify mentally.

Mont Saint Anne, where the race would take place, was i of my all-fourth dimension favourite tracks.

There's something special about that identify because information technology's a form that really suits me and I experience like it's a course built for my riding style.

I had ridden it a lot, and I had big expectations of doing well.

During the qualifiers, I came in with the third-fastest time. My highest placing at a Earth Champs previously was fifth, so I felt similar a podium finish was a definite possibility.

I had a bang-up run on that qualifying day, had another few days of good exercise on the track, and felt really good.

"I felt similar I couldn't be in a improve identify mentally."

The final race was simply a day away, and it was our concluding take a chance to get in a few more practices before it all came together.

All I wanted to do was one or 2 more than runs.

I was feeling expert, I felt like I had a expert grasp on the track, and considering we become and then much do and so much fourth dimension on the track - and they're tracks nosotros've ridden for the past 10 years - I didn't want to over-do it.

I had figured out from previous feel that sometimes doing too much in practice didn't work out for me because y'all sort of know where y'all're going from the beginning and things starting time to get overcomplicated.

So I decided that one or two more runs would be enough.

The team had an early morning session, then headed up the mountain for the showtime practice.

I stopped 100m into the track, just to look at a section that was getting a little bit worn out. There was a lot of water in that area so it was boggy and I only wanted to detect a line that I was comfortable with, while nonetheless being the fastest.

I constitute it, took my wheel back to the top, and dropped in.

I hit the exact line I wanted to, and did information technology perfectly. From at that place, I just felt something within me saying, "This was the perfect run leading into the race on finals day."

THE CRASH

I decided to practice ane more.

Everything started perfectly.

I wasn't going too fast because I but wanted to link the whole rail together and work out places where I could push the limit a little scrap, and places where I needed to dorsum off.

I came into a particular department that was just off the ski area, coming into a modest fleck of woods with a right-hand turn into a rock roll.

"I decided to practice i more."

Rock rolls aren't particularly gnarly for someone similar myself competing at a high level. In fact, it's something we ride off quite ofttimes and you just don't really think nearly information technology.

Merely considering we had a lot of rain the day earlier, the track had got chewed upward a fleck.

Coming over the rock, an exposed root was sitting out in front.

I didn't even have time to run across it.

My back bike clipped the root, put me off the line, and sent me flight over the handlebars.

I was probably two or 3 metres in the air, coming downward with force and landing directly onto my back.

It happened so quick… before I knew, I was in the side of a ditch.

Then the pain hit.

I knew instantly that something was seriously wrong.

I went to try and roll over considering I was on my side… only I couldn't move. I couldn't experience my legs.

A sharp, searing pain, started shooting through my lower dorsum and honestly, I cannot describe in words how bad that pain was.

To explain how much force I came down with, my legs were over my entire caput, folded in half.

"I went to try and roll over considering I was on my side… merely I couldn't movement."

I knew it was serious, I didn't demand to be told that. And then honestly, my outset thoughts in that moment were just, "I need to get off this hill."

I just wanted to become to a hospital, go somewhere rubber, and figure out what was going on.

If merely it was that easy.

FOUR-AND-A-Half HOURS OF Desperation

There were two competitions taking place at the time. Our downhill competition, and the cross land.

In that location were only two doctors on the unabridged hill.

One was attending to another athlete in the cross state competition, and the other ane was downward at the finish line.

It took twoscore minutes for them to go to me, only to detect out they didn't accept any pain relief.

The other md was called, and an hour-and-a-half after, I finally had some hurting medication.

Seriously, information technology was a nightmare lying there in pain.

The worst part was when I finally got some meds, they did admittedly cypher – and I had a lot of them!

Information technology didn't take the pain away, and I was left at that place in agony.

At ane betoken they told me the helicopter was here to take me away, but I was looking upwardly into the sky and I couldn't run into annihilation.

It was the worst twenty-four hours of my life.

I would never desire anyone to become through what I went through, fifty-fifty the well-nigh hated person on the planet.

It felt like I had but been left there.

When the helicopter finally arrived, and I was stretchered into it and off the hill, it had been four-and-a-half hours.

The corporeality of fourth dimension they left me there, in that location could have been a lot more than damage done.

GETTING TO THE Hospital

As I was lifted into the air and taken towards the hospital, my girlfriend and team owner had already left the mountain to encounter me there.

My girlfriend checked in and said to the staff at the infirmary, "There's a mountain biker coming in on a helicopter with a spinal cord injury."

Merely the infirmary said, "Well he won't be coming hither in a heli, because our helipad is out of action due to renovations."

They had to call the pilot straight away and permit them know that he wouldn't exist able to land.

Instead, we'd have to fly to the airport - which was 20 minutes away - then get in an ambulance and accept a 20-infinitesimal ride from the airport to the infirmary.

The worst part wasn't the filibuster, it was the road.

In Canada, they accept such bad roads that every 100m or and so at that place are these big splits and cracks.

Every fourth dimension we went over one, I could feel every single bone in my back - as if they were moving against each other – jolt with pain.

By the fourth dimension I got to the hospital, I was pretty high on drugs, but when they got me in there I was yet in a lot of pain.

"I would never want anyone to go through what I went through, fifty-fifty the most hated person on the planet."

They gave me some ketamine and – no jokes - I left my trunk.

I went to the moon and was walking on space dust.

That was gnarly considering I suddenly went from a whole lot of pain to literally null in a matter of seconds.

In that period of time they did a bunch of scans and found that I had fractured my T12 vertebrae, and flare-up my L1 which was sitting on my spinal cord.

They would need to operate, only by the fourth dimension all of the tests were washed it was about 11pm and then I would have to await until the next morning.

At no point was I ever told by my surgeon or doctor that I'd never walk once again.

I call up they might have allow my girlfriend know there was a possibility I might never walk again, but my girlfriend never told me that at the fourth dimension.

That was probably the best thing for me. It can exist really difficult to have and be told something like that, and I was even so in a actually positive place.

Later on the scans the nighttime before, I had an functioning that put two rods and 8 screws in my back.

I was going to be staying in Canada for a few weeks until my back got fixed.

At no betoken did I ever entertain the thought that I would never walk again.

Road TO RECOVERY

From day dot, I convinced myself that I'd exist dorsum on my wheel one solar day.

I gear up a goal early on in the recovery of when I wanted to race again and what sort of targets I needed to hit.

Apparently I didn't know how things were going to go or when I'd exist walking, but I think it actually helped me having that goal and date fix in my mind considering it really collection me and pushed me to overwork and practice anything it would have to get dorsum to normal.

The problem though, was that I didn't really have a proper plan of rehab – I was just sort of doing what I could each 24-hour interval.

Nosotros didn't know when I would be able to come home to New Zealand so in that location wasn't any structured physio or personal training. I just had to focus on the short-term and what I could accomplish day-past-day.

Afterwards two days, I managed to stand up for the first fourth dimension since the injury.

It was pretty much all upper torso because I had no strength in my legs, but just to know that things were OK and heading in the right management was a really practiced feeling.

The day later that, I walked on some frames.

Y'all can't brainstorm to believe how motivating that was. To go from lying in a bed non feeling my legs, to standing upward, to walking, all within three days – that was special.

From that moment, I knew I was going to brand a full recovery and exist able to race and live a normal life.

I spent two weeks in Quebec hospital with doctors, nurses, and my girlfriend looking after me.

Having my partner Lucy there was amazing. She is a nurse herself, and sort of took over the role of taking care of me the whole fourth dimension. That was pretty awesome because obviously information technology made me feel comfortable and reassured - anything I didn't understand or grasp she was able to explain to me.

"To go from lying in a bed not feeling my legs, to standing up, to walking, all within three days – that was special."

That was a massive part of my recovery in the starting time, having her there.

Only things began to get tough afterward two weeks, considering I but wanted to go habitation and showtime a structured routine.

Nosotros spent a week going back and forth with insurance trying to organise flights dorsum to New Zealand.

We concluded upwards getting them, but the insurance visitor wanted to transport me in economic system. Logistically, they wanted to take out four rows and put me in a stretcher in the overhead lockers.

When they emailed my girlfriend that, I jumped direct on Google Images to cheque out what information technology was all nearly.

When I first saw the image I just idea, "In that location'southward no mode I'm flying 35 hours domicile in a stretcher lying flat above the overhead lockers."

Past that point I was capable of standing up and walking with an a-frame, and I was fine to go wheeled onto the plane, but the doctors stressed the need for me to fly home in business organization or first course.

Finally, we got concern class flights home.

It was another bulldoze in the ambulance – this time 4 hours – and once again it was horrible. But at that signal I had in my mind that I was going home, so it didn't really affair also much to me.

I flew home and went straight to the Burwood Spinal Unit in Christchurch.

The showtime 2 days involved doctors constantly coming to assess me. I had prepared myself to be in there for two to three months, just because we didn't really know how things would change and what exactly was happening with my body.

Only they said I'd but be there for four to v weeks.

That was another massive proceeds for me because it fabricated me feel similar I had already accomplished a lot and that my recovery was already well on its way.

I spent 4 weeks in Burwood, extensively training twice a day.

The first week was actually tough, I spent probably 35-twoscore mins a session, before I'd have to get dwelling house and sleep because it would knock me around so much.

"I had prepared myself to be in in that location for 2 to iii months… just they said I'd only be at that place for four to five weeks."

One time I did the first calendar week, I got into a routine and suddenly things became easier.

I got to meet a lot of different people, hear about their accidents and their spinal cord injuries, and see how they have recovered. Listening to their stories was really inspiring and it was eye-opening to see that you tin live a normal life with a spinal cord injury.

I had done an interview with 1News and the following calendar week a lady had come in who had a fall and lost feeling from her waist down. She had watched the interview on Idiot box and when she came in, she saw me in the gym, and merely burst into tears.

I was doing a walking exercise and I but had to keep walking because I felt like if I stopped, I was going to start crying – it was that emotional.

My Mum and Gran were there and this lady came up to my Mum and said, "Your son is such a large inspiration for me."

When I left there, she was walking on her own, so to encounter something like that and know my recovery had helped inspire her was actually humbling.

At that place was another guy who came in just afterwards me, he had come off one of those balderdash-riding things they take in the pubs and landed on his neck awkwardly. He was in there in a wheelchair merely when I left he was walking.

That sort of stuff really collection me to desire to be back to my normal self. It was really an middle-opening identify and the people at that place are amazing.

It made me really appreciate life a lot more likewise.

"Listening to their stories was really inspiring and it was eye-opening to come across that you can live a normal life with a spinal cord injury."

It was pretty tough going from someone who was and then active and being on my feet a lot, to non having any of that.

Anyone that has experienced this volition tell you that we all take walking for granted. It's non something you ever call back of in your twenty-four hour period-to-24-hour interval living because it's something you've grown upward with, merely when it's taken away from you, it's pretty scary.

Merely I was adamant and willing to work my ass off to go dorsum to living a normal life.

IF THE Heed IS WILLING, THE BODY WILL FOLLOW

My recovery was going well afterwards four weeks. I was achieving new things, and every day brought progress.

They kind of told me to set myself for a moment in the road where things would plateau off and they wouldn't get upwardly for a while, but I never really noticed that at all - everything just went upwards.

I had a swell physio – Quinn – she was too a mountain biker and she knew who I was.

She told me afterward that she was scared to take me on considering she hadn't worked with a professional athlete earlier and she didn't really know how it would work out, but we got on well and it really fabricated my time there become a lot faster.

Later on four weeks, I was leaving Burwood and heading home.

A goal I set early was to walk out of that building with no walking stick or crutches. They gave me the walking stick for when I got tired, but I made sure I walked out of those doors with nothing in my paw.⁠

Which also highlights the most challenging part in my whole battle - and for a lot of other people also – mental toughness.

I experience like some people surrender and think, "I'll never walk over again" or "I'll e'er have bug walking." Whatever information technology is, people sometimes give up too easily.

Just it's non going to heal itself in one or two days, information technology's going to take a while. If you lot stick to a routine and set goals, things are achievable.

I hope people get the fact that the torso is a powerful thing and it tin do anything.

My injury shows that.

Having the right people effectually you - the right physios, trainers, whatever it is - is super important.

I feel like in lodge nowadays it's so easy for a doctor or a surgeon to bring people downward and tell them what is and isn't going to work, so having positive people around you is key.

I had that, and in all honesty, I never had a 24-hour interval that I felt negative about things. Just because I set those goals and was able to get a sense of achievement which kept me motivated.

"I hope people get the fact that the body is a powerful affair and information technology can do anything."

Information technology's crazy how the mind tin can make the trunk respond.

I remember one night when I was nevertheless in a wheelchair, I had a dream that I was walking.

The next mean solar day I walked with crutches for the first time.

In another dream, I was running. The adjacent 24-hour interval I told my physio about information technology, and he got me to jog on the spot.

Things like that showed me that the mind can practise powerful things, and information technology really drove me to believe that things were achievable.

It'due south not to say I didn't struggle. One of the biggest things I struggled with was existence away from home for so long.

I'm a home male child, and when I'thousand travelling through the flavour I come dwelling quite often.

By the time I got to Burwood, I had been abroad for about four months. That mentally tuckered me and it got to the point where I said to my girlfriend, "I need to go abode."

When I got at that place, I didn't want to leave.

I bankrupt down because I was and so happy to be abode seeing my friends and family unit.

Looking back, as much equally I wish this injury didn't happen, the whole procedure was something I volition cherish and capeesh in the time to come.

I don't regret anything I did, nor annihilation that happened to me, because it's just made me realise how important life is and how fast it can be taken away from you.

Every pace and gain that I got in my recovery, I got pleasure out of.

"Looking dorsum, every bit much as I wish this injury didn't happen, the whole procedure was something I will cherish and appreciate in the future."

From step i of learning to walk again to step ten of non having to worry about tripping on my own pes or walking up a set of stairs and non having to look downwards and watch where my feet are going.

I feel like if I didn't put in the work I did and had the drive to get back to where I wanted to be, I would probably nonetheless be struggling now.

Y'all put your mind to it, you prepare goals, and it will become you a long way. You'll be surprised what the mind tin do.

BACK ON THE BIKE

Six months downwards the track, I had the two rods and eight screws taken out of my back.

Information technology was a life changing moment.

I was then limited with the fusion and especially being down the lesser of my back where I feel so much of your day-to-twenty-four hour period living is afflicted.

When you sit downwardly, you slouch a little scrap and you take that centre part of your dorsum relaxed - I couldn't practice that for the best function of six months.

"Y'all put your mind to it, yous prepare goals, and it will go you lot a long way. You lot'll exist surprised what the mind can do."

But I was already riding my cycle. In fact, information technology was just 5 weeks subsequently the injury that I was back on the pedals and funnily plenty, I could ride a bike meliorate than I could walk.

The key question though, was my confidence.

I've prepared myself mentally over the years to cope with big crashes. I understand how the sport works and I know how to recover from them and put them behind me - which I feel is a big strength of mine.

Only this ane was a little different.

I really thought I'd be cautious when I got dorsum into riding, but when I first went biking in the park, I didn't lack annihilation.

I even so had some bug with my anxiety - with the sensations and struggling to experience the pedals -  but other than that, I didn't struggle at all and information technology all but felt so natural.

It was like I had never left.

But aside from the ability to ride once more, there was 1 last piece to the puzzle.

One of the biggest things that worried me when I came back was going through my beginning crash again.

Information technology had been months since my showtime ride after the blow until now and I had done it all without a single crash.

The demand to take a large one was real.

But three weekends ago, every bit I was coming into a section on a track that had some races at that place recently, I saw some marking poles lying on the basis.

I was going fast, and one of the poles flicked upwardly through the crank and into my leg, jamming upwards the bike, and sending me flying over the handlebars.

It was déjà vu, and information technology immediately felt like I was going back to my crash at Mont Saint Anne.

I landed on the ground and started shaking my legs, seeing if they were working.

I got upward and jumped around, simply to make sure everything was fine.

"I actually idea I'd be cautious when I got back into riding, just when I first went biking in the park, I didn't lack anything… It was like I had never left."

Honestly, that was the best feeling I've had throughout my entire recovery. Knowing how it was going to feel to crash. Knowing that I tin have it, that it's not going to bear upon me any more than it used to, and that my body could handle information technology.

It feels like a full circle – a wheel.

And I was able to compete at the World Champs in Austria final weekend - one year on. Nothing even comes shut to the feeling of being able to exercise that once again.

That achievement to me, is the biggest win in my life.

LESSONS LEARNED, AND LESSONS TO Be LEARNED

My girlfriend was afterwards told that the procedure on the mount was that if my injury was life threatening, they would have the ground forces to me within thirty to 40 minutes.

If it was "non-life-threatening", a helicopter would take up to an hr.

They classified my injury every bit "non-life-threatening," but I lay paralysed in a ditch, and they didn't know how serious it was, if I had internal bleeding etc.

The airplane pilot of the helicopter for the effect was on standby at his home – 45 minutes from the helicopter. That's why it took and then long.

To me, that's poor organization from the event organisers and the UCI because at the end of the day, that could have been someone's life.

At the start of every event, every racer needs to know what the medical evacuation procedure is. How long it's going to be, how many doctors are on site, how far to the infirmary - only to reassure everyone that they're going to be safe if they have a crash.

That'll give them a bit of confidence that if something does go incorrect, they'll be well looked afterward.

I retrieve something else we lack in our sport is the ability to identify risky situations and expect subsequently the rails.

Straight afterwards me, in that location was a guy who had the exact same accident, and he got super lucky with just a bad concussion, but he could have been in the exact same position as me.

And imagine how screwed they would have been on that loma if there were two guys in the position I was in with simply two doctors and no pain relief?!

They didn't even cease the exercise after my crash.

I actually feel bad for the other riders who had to ride by me or around me, knowing I had crashed and how bad it was. That'south no good for whatever athlete because at the end of the day, they're wanting to ride the fastest they tin can, but when they know something like that has happened it sort of screws with the mental side of it.

They didn't even end when the helicopter came in.

"At the commencement of every outcome, every racer needs to know what the medical evacuation procedure is."

So I think it's important that we accept ameliorate care of the track and the riders. I'1000 not asking them to brand it easier, merely safer.

Every bit mountain bikers, we ride on the accented limit and with the speeds we go there's just no room for fault.

The stone roll is something so elementary, and I rode over that rock then many times and never had to call back well-nigh it. But something as simple equally an exposed root tin catch you lot out and change your life.

I hope that my accident will at to the lowest degree brand organisers think more than about these things. I'chiliad not holding my breath, but every rider deserves to know they're in skillful hands.

PERSPECTIVE

Life changed in an instant for me on August 31, 2019.

I went from riding my bike and being the happiest human being on the planet, to not feeling my legs.

I lay in a ditch in agony, looking up to the sky for iv-and-a-half hours, waiting to see a helicopter show its blades and take me to condom.

I wasn't thinking about never walking again, merely if that had been the consequence, I retrieve I would have been OK with that.

My sport is dangerous, it can happen to anyone, and I had come to terms with the fact that if things didn't go well, or if I never walked again, I was just going to have to accept that. I know that's easy to say now, merely it's genuinely how I felt.

But the whole process – from crash to recovery, and somewhen existence back on my wheel - has taught me so much about myself, my body, my mind, and my life.

I can walk, only I'll never walk the same way once again. Putting one pes in front of the other and riding a bike carries a bit more pregnant to me now.

It's given me a scrap of perspective.

In a way, being paralysed and not being able to feel my legs, helped me find my feet.

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