It doesn't take a genius to realize that I haven't written anything in a while. I've been busy, my attention taken by school, physical therapy, and art. The first priority for the past few years has been working on my bachelors degree. I am proud to say I have earned my degree in Biology! They even wrote a little press item on the graduating CSU students and my 6 year journey to graduation.
Peter was in a traumatic car accident on Dec. 29,
2009 when his family was driving down the freeway and their car spun
out of control, braking suddenly for stopped traffic. He shattered
two of his vertebrae, broke both arms and suffered extensive internal
damage, ultimately requiring a wheelchair and rigorous rehabilitation. He went through several surgeries and regained motion in his legs and
was eventually able to start walking with a brace and walker. Despite
wanting to resume his education at CSU, health problems made it
difficult for him to be successful on campus, causing him to return home
to North Carolina. There, he resumed his CSU education online. Since
then, he is recovering more and more and has made such great progress
that his wheelchair now serves as a bed for his cats. He is set to
graduate this May with a degree in Biology. He also has applied to
several graduate schools and is interested in Bioinformatics, the
merging of genetics work and computer programming. In the future, he hopes to work in a lab doing research.
I'm glad simply to have made it this far, physically and academically, though I've a long way to go still until I'm satisfied with either. Physically I've been improving by leaps and bounds. And by that I mean I can actually jump (even if it's not very high).
Who knew I could jump higher than the average house!
I'm currently up in Baltimore for another round of Boot Camp, the two weeks twice a year where I get pushed by spinal cord specialists to improve the best I can. The exercises are tailored to my injury and how much recovery I've made. This generally includes some work in the pool, work on balance, strengthening, using treadmills, or all of the above. Today was the first day and was mostly tests, evaluations, and deciding which exercises required more work and which were too easy. According to their tests, since last Boot Camp I've gotten stronger, faster, and better coordinated. The real work starts tomorrow and I know after 3 hours of grueling work I'll sleep like a babe.
Well... maybe not.
Finally, I've been busy painting. This past Christmas instead of buying gifts for people I gave each person a painting instead. This has started me on a painting rampage which continues today. I work mainly with acrylics on canvas and have come up with a few nice pieces. I've also begun Art Journaling, a combination painting and scrapbooking, layered with inks, stencils, stamps, stickers, and million different mediums.
Sawfish, Spotted Eagle Ray
Crying Robot, Green Coffee Cup, Red Coffee Cup
Blue Coffee Cup
Green Coffee Cup
Red Coffee Cup
Blue Coffee Cup
Painting outside on a warm day.
Dragon on a teacup.
Winnie the Pooh art journal page.
"What day is it?" asked Pooh.
"It's today, " squeaked Piglet.
"My favorite day" said Pooh.
"Life is art, live yours in Color."
The first layer of an art journal page.
You have no idea how much I love turtles!
What happens when I get bored and have only highlighters and sharpies.
Darth Vader Art
A Whale in Love
A City in Flames.
Dragon on a cliff.
The Peacock, done in highlighter.
If you like the art, are a fan of my recovery, or just like turtles, 'like' The Turtle Walks on facebook. I'll start keeping the blog updated but my facebook is where I spend most of my time online. Also check out theturtlewalks.tumblr.com
For the first time in 3 years, I rode a bike. I fell a time or two when first getting on but once I found my rhythm I could have rode for miles. It was dark so I didn't get to ride for long but this experience has me extremely excited. I'm already walking without canes and now I can ride a bike. Hell yeah.
I was 20 at the time of my accident.
I've moved around a bit in my lifetime. My dad worked in the army and
then the Public Health Service. We moved everywhere from West
Virginia, Germany, Wisconsin, to Seattle. Not strongly connected to
one place very closely, I was going to college at Colorado State
while my parents lived in North Carolina. Minus a few crazy events
here and there I had a pretty boring childhood and early adulthood. I
had never even had a broken bone.
Me pretending I know what I'm doing on a longboard.
After spending Christmas with friends,
I flew out to spend New Years with my family. We were up in Maryland
where much of my extended family lives.
THE ACCIDENT - December 29th,
2009.
The plan was to spend a few days in the
Baltimore area then drive home to North Carolina the day of the
29th. I've always hated long car rides, so I always tried
to sleep through them. I figured I'd be sleeping the entire ride to
North Carolina, so I spent the entire night before my accident
playing video games on my little cousin's XBOX (Lego Indiana Jones).
I was asleep practically before we left my Aunt and Uncle's driveway.
I did wake-up momentarily to hug my older sister as we dropped her
off at the airport but otherwise I was down for the count.
How I spent the last night before the accident. I finished the entire game about 30 minutes before everyone woke up.
I slept in the back seat up against the
door with my seat-belt on. From what I'm told, my Dad was driving on
the freeway when he saw the car ahead of him stop suddenly. My dad
slammed on the breaks and our car started spinning wildly out of
control. Our car slammed into the bumper of a neighboring truck.
My Mom was in the front seat and had
been knocked unconscious. My dad, awake and unharmed, told me later
that I was screaming my head off; I have no memory of this. They
shipped my off to Shock Trauma Center at the University of Maryland.
I had two of my vertebrae (L1 and L2) completely shattered, broke
both arms, and had lots of other internal damage. They put two
stabilizing rods on either side of my spine but the surgeons felt it
was better not do any surgery that could damage potentially intact
nerves. The bones in my arms were set and a metal rod was placed in
each.
I
broke L1 and L2(top of Lumbar curve) but my injury level is considered
T10(bottom of Thoracic curve) since that was the initial line of what I
could move.
I woke up not able to move anything
below the level of my belly button. The next few days were a morphine
haze interrupted by a swirl of visiting family. I was sort of
emotionally numb, staying upbeat the entire time. I just kept
repeating that I wasn't going to be stuck using a wheelchair. They
moved me out of there and into a rehab hospital. I starting to
learn about the realities of my new life and what it would be like to
move and live in a wheelchair.
I eventually went through all 5 stages of grief and loss over my legs. I felt that the part of my life where I walked had died.
It was about 6 days after the accident
when I finally broke down. I wasn't able to wheel myself around with
both arms in slings, I couldn't move very well, couldn't even control
when I shit, and didn't know what I would do. It all hit like a ton
of bricks.
NURSING HOME (rebreaking my right arm)
About
a week into my new rehab I rolled
on my right arm in therapy and rebroke it. My surgeons, extremely
irritated with me, said that I wasn't allowed to continue therapy there
for at least a month and advised me to go to a nursing home.
In the nursing home after I rebroke my arm.
Though some of my darkest moments were
in that nursing home, this was the place that I regained movement in
my legs. After a month not moving anything I wiggled my right big
toe. The next day I wiggled my left big toe. Progress slowed for
awhile but over the next few weeks I regained good chunks of my right
leg back.
KENNEDY KRIEGER
During my stay at the nursing home we
heard about the spine program at Kennedy Krieger Institute. An
offshoot of Johns Hopkins, the hospital had a reputation for
significantly improving function after spinal cord injuries. A few
people warned me, including my physical therapist at the nursing
home, that they felt Kennedy Krieger made too many promises. I was
hesitant but after the dismal conditions at the rehab hospital and the nursing
home I felt that anything was worth a shot.
The staff of KKI helped put my mind at ease and helped push me forward. Shown here trying out e-stim on my leg.
It turned out to be better than I could
have ever hoped. Primarily a kids hospital, the spine program's
inpatient wing will take you if you are under 21. Full of energy and
excitement, the feelings were infectious. They advocate activity
based rehab. This is the idea that muscles needs to be used and
exercised, in the hope to promote new nerve growth. They make no
promises but the research shows that if the spinal cord isn't cut
completely the working of muscles will help to promote the growth of
nerves. This is accomplished through electrical stimulus, in the form
of portable electrical stim-units and electrical stim-bikes. They use
these alongside more traditional mobility, balance, and care
training.
Showing off my wheelchair biceps and my scars.
MORE BACK SURGERIES
Repeat imaging near the end of my
inpatient stay showed that the broken pieces of spinal column were
pressing on the cord. I had gotten significant function back in my
right leg by this time but the left leg was still mostly inert. Even
electrical stimulus couldn't get the muscles in the left leg to move;
the hope is that another round of surgeries could improve my overall
function.
They cut into my back and removed the
broken pieces of spinal column. They then put in a metal cage and put
the pieces of bone back in. The alive bone cells would regrow into
the shape of vertebrae, this time without pinching my spinal cord.
It is safe to say I've seen more hospital beds than I care to mention. Here I am reading a stack of get-well cards
I stayed in Baltimore with my Aunt and
Uncle until the end of the summer, doing outpatient rehab at Kennedy
Krieger. While the effect wasn't immediate, over the next few weeks I
began to get significant function back. I had my right leg completely
back by the end of the summer and few more trace muscles in the left
leg. I now had enough function back to walk around with a leg brace
for short distances, with the help of a walker or crutches.
Out stretching my legs.
COLORADO
It was my goal to return back to
Colorado State again. I was still using the wheelchair but I felt
confident enough to move out there on my own. I happened to have an
older brother who was taking graduate classes at CSU at the time who
was willing to share an apartment. I was excited and pumped to start
things off again.
Though things started off strong, I
eventually started having various health problems. I'm not naturally
self motivating so when I felt down I would just lay in bed which
only made things worse. Eventually I was in so much pain I stopped
going to class altogether. By halfway through the semester I hit my
lowest point ever. My mother came for a visit and saw the condition I
was in. She asked if I wanted to move back home with them and I said
yes.
NORTH CAROLINA
Having someone to kick me out of bed
was exactly what I needed and my parents obliged. They started by
getting me to wheel around and to do more and more walking. Though
this was still difficult I got better. I slowly began to work up
stamina and endurance. I had a 3 times a week PT program and worked
out/swam at the YMCA. I transferred to Elizabeth City State
University, our city's university. Though no Colorado State
University they were close and offered a biology degree program. I'm
still in North Carolina today, working on finishing up my degree. I'm
set to graduate spring 2013.
My physical function continues to
improve. I go periodically to Kennedy Krieger for additional rehab.
These 2 week bouts, nicknamed “Boot Camp”, yield the most
exciting results. In January 2011 I trialed using two canes instead
of walking with crutches. In June 2011 I trialed using an AFO (Ankle
Foot Orthosis, up to just below the knee) instead of the KAFO (Knee
Ankle Foot Orthosis, up to the hip) I had used up to that point. I
started out the fall semester of school vowing that I would not bring
the wheelchair from the house; every time I left the house I would
have to take my leg brace. I was still using my KAFO when I walked
anywhere and used the AFO only in therapy. The KAFO was a heavy mess
of wires and levers. October 2011, one of the wires on my KAFO
snapped during a long holiday weekend. Since I had sworn to not take
the wheelchair from the house I used my AFO the rest of the weekend;
I never went back.
Trialing out two canes instead of crutches.
I finally ditched the wheelchair
completely this past January, two years after my accident. I was
using the AFO and canes well enough that I felt it was time. It was
hard to get used to at first but I managed eventually. My wheelchair
now serves only as a bed for my cats.
My most recent accomplishment is to
have regained enough strength and balance to switch to walking using
only one cane. Not quite as dramatic a shift as some of my others, it
still wasn't easy to adjust to losing a walking aid. I continue to
work toward my eventual goal of walking without any leg braces or
canes. I'm not there yet but these past two and a half years have
shown me it's more than possible.
I'm not the boy I was. Who can say what I'll do with my life now since I almost
lost mine. The focus of my journey has changed quite a bit, from
learning how to use my wheelchair to walking again. I'm walking full
time now but it wasn't quick or easy.
I fully acknowledge I was lucky my
injury wasn't as severe as it could have been and that I had a lot of
help along the way. I can't speak for everyone with a spinal cord
injury, since each experience is different. I do know that the most
important thing is to be up and aiming toward something. Whether this
is finishing the next level of school, getting back function, or
simply being fit enough to try something new. At one point I would
have stayed in bed and given up. And if I had stayed there I would
never have gotten out of my chair. So who knows where you might end
up.
One suggestion was to get shoes with more ankle support. I'm
pretty sure they were talking about hiking boots but since I have a
sense of style I got a pair of Chuck Taylors, the old school high top
Converse. Though I wasn't expecting these to make any difference, I
found myself walking better and better.
I began walking so well that I decided to leave the cane at home. That
first day was kinda rough but after that I just kept going. It's now been 2 weeks since I used my cane at all!
No I didn't break my canes. They're in the corner collecting dust!
