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An Accident Stopped My Brother-In-Law in His Tracks, and Inspired Us To Keep Pushing Forward PDF
An Accident Stopped My Brother-In-Law in His Tracks, and Inspired Us To Keep Pushing Forward PDF
My mother says the same thing every time our family toasts a special
occasion. Whether it’s Thanksgiving, Christmas or a birthday, she’ll say,
“We’re so lucky that we’re all healthy and that nothing really bad has
happened to any of us!”
That luck ran out on Jan. 13th, when my brother-in-law — who has been
married to my twin sister Anne for 18 years — had an accident. He was
taking his bike out for a test run after getting some new parts installed; Juan
is an avid cyclist and always wheeling and dealing for new gear to add to his
bicycles. This one was a pro-grade, lightweight model that he’d had for
about a year. The seat, brakes and a few other parts had been upgraded.
If it wasn’t for the nanny pushing her stroller down Hillside Terrace that
day, we might never have known what’d happened. She saw him coming
down a long, shallow hill (“He wasn’t going that fast,” she told us later,
when we met her at the crash site), and then suddenly it was as if he “hit an
invisible wall.” The bike flipped over his head and he went face down onto
the pavement. He was instantly knocked out.
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(L-R): My husband Cormac, me, Anne and Juan on New Year’s Eve 2019.
She called 911 and the ambulance arrived minutes later. After getting an
urgent call from a hospital social worker, Anne called me — stuck in LA
traffic on a Monday afternoon and panicking. All they told her was that it
was “serious” and that she needed to get to the hospital immediately. I
stayed on the phone with her until she got there.
They say life changes in an instant, and while I’ve always had a healthy
sense of this, nothing can prepare you for the moment it happens to your
family.
For the next three weeks, Juan remained in a coma. Although he was
wearing a helmet, he suffered a type of Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) called
a Diffuse Axonal Injury (DAI), which — if you make the mistake of Googling
it — is the most severe kind. Lying in an ICU bed, he had tubes everywhere
and a brain catheter to monitor for secondary swelling. Apart from his DAI,
he had a protruding black eye, a fractured cheekbone, a split eyebrow and
lip, a fractured clavicle and a small fracture in his spinal column. My sister
stayed with him every night for the first week, sleeping (or not) in a chair
that converted into a small bed.
Within a day of the accident, she set out to learn everything she could about
TBIs and DAIs. I did the same. As Juan is a well-known musician (he played
bass in The Mars Volta and is the current bassist for Marilyn Manson), my
sister decided to post about his accident on his Instagram, mainly in an
effort to get the word out and source more information. Within hours, TBI
survivors, neurologists, trauma doctors and many others with experience in
brain injuries reached out. She put together folders on Google Drive and we
started storing the information we collected; from studies on fish oil and its
impact on brain healing to lists of the best brain trauma rehab facilities in
California, we documented everything.
TBI survivors and their families have been the most valuable source of
information. While many of their injuries and stories are different, there are
a few consistent themes, the most significant being that we will need to be
Juan’s loudest, pushiest advocates if we want to give him the best chance at
recovery. Emails from family members of those who not only survived his
type of TBI but also have managed to live full, whole lives are often the only
thing that gets my sister through some of her darkest days.
No two brain injuries are alike, which means no two recovery stories are
either. Neurologists are understandably hesitant to offer a specific
prognosis, especially this early in the recovery process. “We don’t provide
any statistics,” one neurologist told me and my sister, “because I’ve seen
people who, medically, I would have said had no chance at recovery who
wake up and start speaking normally.” Of course, for every story like this,
there are plenty of grim tales of how many never recover beyond a
vegetative state. Managing expectations seems to be the order of the day, no
matter how positive the progress may be. The standard response from
medical doctors is one that ensures you’re always acutely aware of the
worst-case scenario.
This has become more apparent over the last couple of weeks, after Juan
was discharged from the ICU. The only option my sister was given by his
insurance provider was a skilled nursing facility, one that seems designed
more for those in the final stage of their lives (most of the patients are quite
elderly). While it has a rehabilitation unit, and well-meaning and
professional staff, it doesn’t have a focus on brain trauma patients. The care
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Juan receives is good, but generic. We keep reading about how specialized
therapies and treatment during the first 2–3 months is critical for TBI
patient recovery.
That’s the project for this week; my sister will be the squeaky wheel (she’s
become very good at it!) and push his insurance provider for other options.
She’ll tap her newly formed network of neurologists and TBI survivors and
healthcare professionals for advice and guidance. She will continue her
fundraising efforts, knowing she’ll need to supplement the cost or even pay
it all out of pocket. I’ll make phone calls and get brochures, feed the cats at
her house, run errands and do whatever she needs to help her with the
process. I imagine there will be tense phone calls and strongly worded
emails and certainly some tears of frustration. It’s a hustle, but we’ll get
there. We have to.
Me and Juan, when the Mars Volta played Hyde Park in London in 2012.
“purposeful” movement. And
it’s about not letting the system
and all the red tape and the
general clusterf*ckery of it all get us down.
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While this is the worst thing to ever happen to our family, I know that things
could be worse. A week after Juan’s accident, a 29-year-old colleague of
mine with a young son lost her cancer battle. Just 13 days later, Kobe
Bryant, his young daughter and seven others who were loved and cherished
by their families, perished in a helicopter crash. And one of the friends in
the aforementioned tribe broke the news to my sister two weeks into this
that he had been diagnosed with thyroid cancer but didn’t want to tell her
as she already had so much to deal with.
We still have Juan, and while his gregarious spirit is hibernating for now,
we’re confident he will emerge eventually. My coffee-swilling, globe-
trotting, hip-hop-obsessed, sushi-loving, loud-talking brother-in-law will be
back. It may take a while, but it will happen.
“I can already hear him complaining during rehabilitation,” said his best
friend Nick, laughing.
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