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His N.B.A. Dream Was Right There. Then He Couldn’t Move His Legs.
- The New York Times 10/24/21, 10:43 AM
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/10/23/sports/basketball/kris-wilkes-ucla-nba.html
His N.B.A. Dream

Was Right There.
Then He Couldn’t
Move His Legs.
A mysterious illness on the eve of the 2019 N.B.A.
draft derailed Kris Wilkes’s hopes of going pro. As
he heals, he’s not giving up hope.
Alicia Afshar for The New York Times
By David Gardner
Oct. 23, 2021
On June 20, 2019, Kris Wilkes awoke in an Airbnb near downtown Indianapolis. He was happy. Next to him was the woman he
was falling in love with. Scattered throughout the rest of the rooms of the rented house were friends and family members who
had supported him throughout his budding basketball career. It was the morning of the N.B.A. draft, and Wilkes was on the
cusp of achieving a childhood dream.
Just a few miles up the road at North Central High School, Wilkes had become a coveted basketball recruit. He got his first
scholarship offer, from Indiana, when he was in eighth grade. He ultimately committed to U.C.L.A., where he became known for
his high-flying, rim-rattling dunks. He made the Pac-12 all-freshman team, and after his sophomore season, he was projected to
be selected in the N.B.A. draft, near the end of the first round.
Now, more than two years later, he hasn’t made it onto an N.B.A. roster. He has never even appeared in a G League or summer
league game.
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His N.B.A. Dream Was Right There. Then He Couldn’t Move His Legs. - The New York Times 10/24/21, 10:43 AM
Moments after waking up on draft day in 2019, Wilkes discovered something startling: He couldn’t move his legs. He tore off
the bed covers and stared at his lower body. He tried to fire every muscle from his hips to his toes, but nothing happened. He
had no feeling below his waist.
He called his father, who was at home nearby, and asked him to drive over right away.
“Dad,” he said. “I’m scared.”
‘I felt like I was 80.’

Wilkes initially declared he would enter the draft after his freshman year at U.C.L.A., but he returned for his sophomore season
to try to prove he should be a first-round pick. In March 2019, he declared for the draft again. He signed with the Wasserman
management and marketing company, and his agents there arranged private workouts with teams. For players projected to be
picked outside the top 14, those workouts can be the difference between starting a pro career in the N.B.A. or in the
developmental G League. Wilkes wasn’t worried.
“I had no doubt in my mind that I was going to be a first-round pick,” Wilkes said. “I was in the best shape of my life.
Unfortunately, it was short-lived.”
Kris Wilkes playing at U.C.L.A. his sophomore season. Tim Bradbury/Getty Images
By the time he reached his seventh workout, with the San Antonio Spurs, he felt sluggish. Near the end of the workout, Wilkes
almost collapsed, and a trainer pulled him aside to take his temperature. It was 103 degrees. Team staff members walked him to
a nearby hospital, where he was diagnosed with strep throat. Wilkes called his agent, who canceled his next workout, with the
Atlanta Hawks, and he returned to his childhood home in Indianapolis to rest and recover for draft night.
Within days, his fever had disappeared and his throat felt better, but he started to notice other disconcerting symptoms. His
limbs would feel as if they were coated in glass. Sometimes, he wouldn’t be able to feel a hand touching his arm. Other times, he
felt an almost unbearable tingle. At night, he couldn’t sleep with a blanket on his legs because it was too irritating. Then his
back began to hurt. As an athlete, Wilkes was used to a certain amount of joint pain and muscle stiffness, but this was different.
One night, the pain got so bad that his father, Greg Wilkes, took him to urgent care. There the doctor asked Kris if he could
remember the last time he had urinated. It had been more than a day. The doctor told him to rush to an emergency room
because his bladder was at risk of ripping.
In the emergency room, Wilkes received morphine and a catheter, and he was released with the catheter still connected. “Here
I was, days before getting drafted, and I was shuffling around my house with bad back pain and a catheter in,” he said in a
series of phone calls from his home in Los Angeles last month. “It didn’t feel like I was 20. I felt like I was 80.”
Two days later was the draft. Kris awoke, couldn’t move his legs and called his father. Greg Wilkes has spent the past 25 years
with the Indianapolis Police Department and is trained in emergency medical response. “I wasn’t a police officer or a first
responder in that moment,” he said. “I was a father, and my heart and nerves were shot. I was thinking, ‘What is going on?’ My
20-year-old son is one of the most athletic people I’ve ever met in my life, and he can’t move. How could that be possible?”
Wilkes scored over 1,000 points in his two years at U.C.L.A. Alicia Afshar for The New
York Times
Greg called an ambulance for Kris and followed it to St. Vincent Hospital. That night, the family crowded into Kris’s hospital
room and tuned the TV to the N.B.A. draft. Word had gotten around to teams that Wilkes wasn’t well, and he watched as all 60
N.B.A. draft picks came and went, his name uncalled. For a few moments afterward, the beeps of an electrocardiogram
machine were the only sounds in the room.
“I was in the best shape of my life, hooping at the highest level of my life, looking good, getting ready to get drafted,” Wilkes
said. “And then I was in the hospital, struggling to breathe, barely able to move my legs, and wondering if my career was over.”
Then Wilkes’s agent called and told him that the Knicks wanted to sign him to a two-way contract, which would make him
primarily a G League player but allow him to play in some N.B.A. games. The family erupted in celebration.
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But there was a problem: Kris would have to go to New York for a physical. And the doctors in Indianapolis still didn’t know
what was wrong with him — or if he would ever walk again.
‘It’s as rare as hen’s teeth.’

When the neurologist Adam Fisch saw Wilkes’s symptoms, he ordered a series of tests — X-rays, spinal fluid sampling,
magnetic resonance imaging — but was cautious with both his diagnosis and his prognosis. Fisch, whom Wilkes authorized to
speak with The New York Times about his medical history, said he began to suspect that Wilkes had acute disseminated
encephalomyelitis, an autoimmune disorder otherwise known as ADEM.
The disorder has a small but poorly understood association with inflammatory bowel diseases like Crohn’s, which Wilkes had
been diagnosed with during medical testing months before the draft. ADEM often follows a viral infection, like Wilkes’s strep
throat. The body confuses its own brain tissue and spinal cord with the infection and begins to attack itself. ADEM affects
between 1 in 125,000 and 1 in 250,000 people around the world every year. An overwhelming majority of those cases are found in
children.
Making matters more difficult, Wilkes appeared to have a rare combination of ADEM and Guillain-Barré syndrome that
involved the brain, spinal cord, nerves and nerve roots, Fisch said.
“It’s as rare as hen’s teeth. One in a million doesn’t even do it justice. The odds are infinitesimal,” he said.
New Williams, left, a former Fresno State player, training with Wilkes at Academy USA, a sports club in
Southern California. Alicia Afshar for The New York Times
Fisch treated Wilkes with high doses of steroids and two different blood therapies. “Some patients with ADEM will get just one
of those treatments,” Fisch said. “Kris’s case was so severe that we decided it was imperative to use all three at once.”
Fisch didn’t make any long-term predictions, but other hospital staff members told Wilkes to prepare for the possibility of
having to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. His mother, Ahkisha Owens, rejected that right away.
“I wouldn’t let myself even have a single thought that my baby wasn’t going to walk again,” she said. “I looked at him and I said,
‘God didn’t get you this far only to take your legs out from underneath you.’”
After a week in the hospital, Wilkes regained feeling in his lower extremities, but he had lost more than 20 pounds and didn’t
have the strength to walk. When he was discharged a week after that — the staff recommended inpatient physical therapy, but
Wilkes insisted on returning home — Wilkes was expected to be in the wheelchair for at least two months.
The next morning, Greg was at the stove cooking a big breakfast to welcome Kris back home — French toast, eggs, bacon and
sausage — when he heard a sound like deflated tennis balls bouncing down the hallway. He turned and saw Kris out of the
wheelchair, holding himself up with a walker. “Dad, what are you cooking?” he asked. “It smells good!”
By August, Wilkes had progressed enough to take his first flight. He went to Palm Springs, Calif., to see Lexie Stevenson, the
woman who was with him the morning of the draft. “As soon as he could walk, “he walked to me,” Stevenson said. “And we’ve
been walking together ever since.”
“You manifest it, you work hard, and you don’t let anyone tell you, ‘You can’t,’” Wilkes said. Alicia Afshar for
The New York Times
In September, Wilkes flew to New York to try to pass a physical for the Knicks. He had to be careful about how much water he
drank because his bladder control hadn’t fully returned. Near the end of the workout, he was so dizzy from running baseline
sprints that he ran into a wall. Nobody had to tell him that he had failed the physical. He knew.
In October, after the Knicks signed Ivan Rabb to fill the two-way roster spot they had been saving for Wilkes, David Fizdale, the
head coach at the time, said Wilkes “came down with a serious illness. I don’t know what it was, but it was pretty severe. So
right now we’re not going down that road.”
‘I was right there.’

In the past two years, Wilkes has had health scares, such as when he got a cold and felt the glassy sensation return to his skin.
And there were sleepless nights when he woke up Stevenson to talk — or to ask her to hold him while he wept.
“I was able to cover the depression, but I had it,” he said. “I’d been working my whole life to get to the N.B.A. And I was right
there. To go from that to paralyzed with no money and back home in Indiana, it sucked.”
He resolved his money issues with a payout of “several million dollars” from a school-sponsored loss-of-value insurance policy
he had signed up for at U.C.L.A. He quit his job as a Postmates delivery driver and started a company called Origyn Sport,
which introduced its first product, a training basketball, in September.
Wilkes used the time while he was recovering to create a company called Origyn Sport, which makes
basketballs for training. Alicia Afshar for The New York Times
Though Wilkes has regained most of his muscle mass, he can sense that he is still not as explosive as he once was. He knows
that making it to the N.B.A. now is a long shot. But he has faced long odds before.
“Maybe most people don’t think I can get to that point, but why would I bother listening to them?” he said. “I didn’t listen to the
doctors who told me I wouldn’t walk again, and I’m not going to let anyone talk me out of my goals now.”

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- The New York Times 10/24/21, 10:43 AM

His N.B.A. Dream

Alicia Afshar for The New York Times

Oct. 23, 2021

“Dad,” he said. “I’m scared.”

‘I felt like I was 80.’

‘It’s as rare as hen’s teeth.’

‘I was right there.’

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