
Not long ago, I was training for a triathlon, through wine country on my road bike when the tire of a passing car kicked a piece of wood into the spokes of my front wheel. I was going @ 23 mph. I went head first over the handlebars, with no time to bring my hands forward to break the fall. Witnesses say I landed hard on the right side of my head. I struck the ground with such force that I snapped my shoulder in half. I immediately went comatose and stayed that way, placed on life support, with no family contacted. California Highway Patrol was at a loss as to who I was. It is hard to believe, but it took them 24 hours to find ID inside my helmet. This delay would never have happened if I had been wearing a Road ID.
My first awake moment was when I found out I had a sister in Washington DC. Waking up, and cognitively waking up, returning to right here - right now, is a journey. It's called Post Coma Hell, "Who are you and what is your name?" I have been told coma recovery is 1-7 years. As I push my physical envelope, I want people to know that I am not waiting 7 years to get "permission" to succeed.
Prior to this, I operated boats off shore, surfed, completed triathlons; scuba dived, snorkeled and cycled. In one moment in time all this changed into a personal movie that I did not know I would star in.
Brain stem damage meant I had to be taught how to breathe (or reminded to breathe), walk, talk, eat and how to make a sandwich again for my memory "reservoir" was injured. This also meant I had no prior memory of anything; friends, parents, sister or pets. I had no idea one comes with parents or that the "little people" were kids or I had a name, birth date, or Social Security #. I say this so the community is aware and knows the best thing you can offer is unconditional acceptance and friendship.
Currently, I am striving to get my license back to operate boats offshore and do the underwater photography that I love and enjoy. The people whom I have met during my recovery gave me the nickname, "Battleship". How fantastic, with all my wounds and injuries to still be seen as moving energy, I am all smiles.
- Kristin Joy .W from Goleta, CA