(CBC) – Before the first hospital came the rolling of the Toyota Land Cruiser and my body being thrown into the ditch with a thud. I sustained a traumatic brain injury. I was 24. Doctors told my family I could die. If I recovered, they said, it would likely be at about a six-year-old’s level of development.
In the first two hospitals — one in Enderby, B.C., where the accident happened and next a better facility about 100 kilometres away in Kamloops — I spent about seven days comatose. I was a lump of flesh kept alive by machines, surrounded by tubes and buzzing and whirring and blinking lights.
There was also the austere absence of time. I don’t remember anything. CONTINUE