QUOTE (AuntBird @ Jul 21 2009, 09:00 PM)

My niece's accident happened just two months ago. ...
Dear Auntie,
As you know I already answered this in the other thread:
http://www.apparelyzed.com/forums/index.ph...60&start=60post #73 is mine.
(For those who haven't read it, this is a rant about pressure sores which every new sci should be told about. Actually I think they should all be given the rant, then shaken violently and given the rant again, because there is nothing quite as unfortunate as coming out of accute or rehab with fully installed sores.)
Moving on...
The least useful place Kayla can be putting her energy is into the notion of "getting better", if that means getting back normal functions. Unless there is a totally wrong diagnosis, not just about"complete" and "incomplete", but about the basic spinal injury itself, this is never (outside of the most optimistic science scenarios) going to happen.
And the best place she can put her energy is into learning how to live the most satisfying life possible with a maximum use of whatever functions she eventually stabilizes with.
In the end, it doesn't matter whether she uses an electric wheelchair because she has no arm strength, or uses a manual chair because she does, or walks with a stick, or runs at the Olympics. Human happiness is available to any of these cases and people are capable of rendering themselves miserable regardless of favorable circumstances.
That of course, is a trite platitude, which we all have heard and which we all say, "yeah, right..." and inwardly suspect that if WE were rich and healthy and famous and smart, that WE would not be miserable. But the fact is people do not have equal abilities. There is always someone better than you. And the very absolute worst thing you can do to guarantee your unhappiness in life is to believe that you COULD be happy if you were just able to move up one notch on the ability pecking order. This is nonsense. You must be happy exactly where you are, or you will never be happy at all.
I'll give you an example. An example that I found very difficult at the time. This was thirty years agao when I was in rehab. A thoughtful seventeen yearold quad, talking to me about how she was learning to eat with special gloves to grip the utensiles, etc, suddenly teared up and let slip how wonderful she thought it would be if she could be a para. And there was I, a young para who was in fullfledged psychic disorder myself over the fact that I had to get used to being what I am. How strange (and humbling) to see someone who would wish to be in my place!
And yet I can envy her too, because she has functions I do not. One day, as a joke I pinched her toe, in a little friendly flirt, and she said "OW!". I of course just thought she was taking the joke to another level, but in the banter following, I came to understand that she COULD feel her toes, and I think she could even move a couple. Now as anybody on the board here can tell you, it would be VERY nice to have some lowerbody feeling (*Down Dog!*). Some, might even trade a lot of movement for certain sensations down there(*Dog, I am getting the rolled up newspaper!*)
In any case, she had very little in the arms and hands, and has had a thoroughly quaddy life.
But what matters is the KIND of quaddy life.
One day, years latter, I went to the local prosthetics workshop for a new chair prescription, and there was this old friend, working in an administrative capacity, tooling around in an electric chair, opening cabinets, pulling out files, typing into the computer and by God, it suddenly struck me that she was on the upper management end of this operation. Wow. We caught up briefly and she told me that she had gone through college and found this job.
And a few years after that, I saw a human interest bit in the newspaper talking about her and her husband, a guy with some kind of cerebral palsy who is also in a chair, and how they were having their first child.
So here we have a woman, quad incomplete but still heavy quad, who is a wife and mother with her own career.
That is the kind of thing Kayla CAN work on preparing herself for, rather than chasing hopes of cure around the world., or crying in her beer about what might have been.
The point is, happiness and the ability to succeed in our lives is a question of balance. We must be on balance here, where we are. Otherwise, it is like a man running down a tight rope. He might take a few steps, but he WILL fall. On the other hand, someone who can find a balance, here, now--stable in one place-- that person is safe and strong.
Kaya will have ups and downs. This is not a sprint. This is a marathon. Life is long. Life can always get better. Life can always get worse. But try to get this basic idea of balance AS A QUAD, front and center as the long term goal. Becasue that is where the biggest payoff will come.
And in the meantime, even with all the emotional stuff going on DO NOT neglect her body. Go and look at the pressure sore heading in the Health section, and ask yourself what is easier, turning every two hours now (and perhaps fighting with an overworked staff to make that happen) or all the gross care and months in bed you will see described in those threads and also spillling out all over this board.
Kayla cannot "get better" but she can sure as hell avoid getting worse.
Love,
Gordon