Debbie Webb – Survivor

The year was 1990, I was practicing barrel racing and the horse I was riding slipped onto her side.  Upon impact with the ground, I was immediately unconscious.

This was before the internet or even much knowledge at all about the workings of the brain.  I think that worked out to my benefit.

Five weeks on life support, remained comatose for two and a half months and spent a month and a half in full-time, hardcore therapy.  My Mom was by my side the whole time, she is why I am.

When I slowly emerged into consciousness my dream world and reality were muddled.  Reality hit home when I wasn’t able to move in the physical world, no feeling in my legs, my arms were mostly out of commission – to save getting into explanations.  I was in a foreign place, had no idea how I got there, and I had all these people in medical attire bossing me around and asking me ridiculous questions.  Had I been introduced to the idea of alien abductions previously I might have been more suspicious of the whole ordeal.

With every therapy session, be it speech, occupational, or physio, I would be pushed to inevitable failure.  Everybody around me confirmed this was how I would regain mobility and get back to life.debwebb

Looking back, this gave me a belief that I had to do until I could do no more if I wanted to achieve what was important to me.  Not a bad belief but in no way the best.

The doctor that oversaw my case told my parents early on that I would never walk again.  Before I left the hospital I was sure to walk by that doc, more for my own satisfaction than anything.

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This picture was taken at Sunny Hill Health Centre – http://www.bcchildrens.ca/our-services/sunny-hill-health-centre

I was only able to get one photo but it is a very important one.  This picture of me is about one month into my supposed 18 month recovery. That set of parallel bars signify a liferegained.  Forever grateful. 🙂

The town where I lived planned a Welcome Home thing where we got a police escort through Main Street.  The community lined either side, smiling and waving.  Yellow ribbons were on trees and poles everywhere in reference to the old song, Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree https://youtu.be/0GDzPyHspSs.  The song was blaring through town, it may have been coming from the cop car in front of us.
I really do count my blessings daily for the tools necessary for my own recovery – Love, support, role models, and quite important for myself, animals.

Four months after I was admitted to the hospital with a life threatening head injury, I returned to school.

That was hard.  My acquaintances were patient and understanding but I felt different and I didn’t like it. I had to maintain a certain grade point average if I wanted to return to rodeo.

Seven months after I returned home and to school, I returned to the competitive arena.

Four years after the original accident I graduated from high school and won a Canadian championship in Pole Bending, my favorite rodeo event.

debcoupleI am forty years old now with a bit of a shake in one hand and my speech slows as I get fatigued.  I have raised three kids and countless animals with my husband, we’ve been married for 18 years.

I chose to share my story to offer hope to anybody who needs it.

 

Some of my related web properties:

https://www.facebook.com/survivorsoftbi/

https://www.facebook.com/TBIandI/

https://www.facebook.com/groups/TBIandI/

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