Dirtyhip Posted September 1, 2014 Share #1 Posted September 1, 2014 In my 20's and early 30's I thought I was unstoppable. My moment came in 2004, when the doc was going over my MRI results with me. I was heavily into snowboarding at the time and I was really progressing at my sport. I asked my neurologist about what these results meant to me. I remember him saying "Most people with MS can still live normally with some slight modifications" So, I asked him "Can I still boost big hospital sized airs?" He said "That would not be wise. You already have a lot going on. You should really avoid breaking yourself." It was that moment that I realized that I wasn't Wonder Woman. I still live every moment with gusto, but closed the chapter on the 20-30 foot jumps at the snowpark. Although, now I am riding a pump track bike like a kid, so ... Maybe, I haven't learned anything. HAHA Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KrAzY Posted September 1, 2014 Share #2 Posted September 1, 2014 What??? I'm not invincible??? I bet I will learn that lesson the moment I die 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Former member Posted September 1, 2014 Share #3 Posted September 1, 2014 When did you finally realize that you were not invincible? I'll let you know if that ever happens. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dirtyhip Posted September 1, 2014 Author Share #4 Posted September 1, 2014 What??? I'm not invincible??? I bet I will learn that lesson the moment I die I'll let you know if that ever happens. HAHA! You guys are great! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Road Runner Posted September 1, 2014 Share #5 Posted September 1, 2014 As I have aged and experienced some minor traumas and other medical issues, I have had a glimpse of my mortality from time to time. Although we are all logically aware that we are going to die some day, the blunt impact of staring at death, face to face, is a whole different can of worms. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ralphie ★ Posted September 1, 2014 Share #6 Posted September 1, 2014 Oddly enough, via bike accidents. I learned at age six or so when I wiped out on the gravely road in front of our house, then again as a teenager as I slid on gravel, then again as an adult when I endoed on a nasty bolt-on speed bump. Bikes. Fun, and mostly good for you, but dangerous! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Road Runner Posted September 1, 2014 Share #7 Posted September 1, 2014 Bikes. Fun, and mostly good for you, but dangerous! Very true. My doctors are always torn between advising me to stop riding and encouraging me to continue riding. The current consensus seems to be that I should continue because my overall health for a man my age seems to be pretty good, due in some part to my riding, I guess. If I could just stop the "dangerous" stuff... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KrAzY Posted September 1, 2014 Share #8 Posted September 1, 2014 Oddly enough, via bike accidents. I learned at age six or so when I wiped out on the gravely road in front of our house, then again as a teenager as I slid on gravel, then again as an adult when I endoed on a nasty bolt-on speed bump. Bikes. Fun, and mostly good for you, but dangerous! I have had many close calls throughout my fun and my jobs... I still feel that I am immortal until my last day on this earth... What does not kill you makes you stronger, and lets you know not to do it again unless you think you can master the task Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parr8hed Posted September 1, 2014 Share #9 Posted September 1, 2014 Ha ha. I'm fucking ironman. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Road Runner Posted September 1, 2014 Share #10 Posted September 1, 2014 Ha ha. I'm fucking ironman. Just don't lose your oil can. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
UglyBob Posted September 1, 2014 Share #11 Posted September 1, 2014 I've always known, but I've never let it stop me. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JerrySTL ★ Posted September 1, 2014 Share #12 Posted September 1, 2014 Ha ha. I'm fucking ironman. We can tell by the rust. I broke my first bone at 13 months old. I probably started getting a clue, but that didn't stop me from breaking another 8 bones since then. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Square Wheels Posted September 1, 2014 Share #13 Posted September 1, 2014 I haven't had any close calls myself. A good friend got brain cancer and will die soon. Just this week she stopped waking up. I hope I have a chance to say goodbye. I know she won't be able to respond, but I believe she can hear me. She's only 37. Her plight made me realize any of us can go at any time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MoseySusan Posted September 1, 2014 Share #14 Posted September 1, 2014 I'd never believed it in the first place. I was born with a vulnerability shaped spoon in my mouth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Former member Posted September 1, 2014 Share #15 Posted September 1, 2014 I haven't had any close calls myself. A good friend got brain cancer and will die soon. Just this week she stopped waking up. I hope I have a chance to say goodbye. I know she won't be able to respond, but I believe she can hear me. She's only 37. Her plight made me realize any of us can go at any time. That sucks. I lost a friend to brain cancer almost 10 years ago, and it was just awful to see happen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Longjohn ★ Posted September 1, 2014 Share #16 Posted September 1, 2014 When I crashed my bike eight years ago and couldn't get back up. Snapped the ball off my hip bone. It took three months to recover. They told me it would take at least six weeks and I thought to myself, yes for a normal person but I'll be back on the bike in four weeks. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dirtyhip Posted September 1, 2014 Author Share #17 Posted September 1, 2014 I haven't had any close calls myself. A good friend got brain cancer and will die soon. Just this week she stopped waking up. I hope I have a chance to say goodbye. I know she won't be able to respond, but I believe she can hear me. She's only 37. Her plight made me realize any of us can go at any time. I am sorry to hear about your friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
2Far ★ Posted September 1, 2014 Share #18 Posted September 1, 2014 I figure it'll be something stupid. Like getting run over in a Waffle House. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zephyr Posted September 1, 2014 Share #19 Posted September 1, 2014 When I was 10 or 11, I fell out of a tree playing hide and seek. Fell down through the branches, struck my head on several and ended up unconscious for an extended period of time. (long enough for the other kids to get my parents) Oh yeah..., and I was in a Batman costume at the time I was like "Batman never gets knocked out, this sucks" 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chopped Liver Posted September 1, 2014 Share #20 Posted September 1, 2014 Ha ha. I'm fucking ironman. Does his wife or S.O, know? 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parsnip Totin Jack ★ Posted September 1, 2014 Share #21 Posted September 1, 2014 Does his wife or S.O, know? His wife is well aware of his affliction(s). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zealot Posted September 2, 2014 Share #22 Posted September 2, 2014 Serious answer. From a very young age; from as far back as my memories take me, I was terrified I was going to die; something was going to kill me. It wasn't until I was in my very late teens and early twenties when I chose to live a life consistent with what I believed my physical gender required of me that I discovered that invincibility you reference. I began living life as a thrill seeker; a fighter, an adventurer and quite often with reckless abandon. I grew in strength and stamina and skill exponentially and I was addicted to it. And I kept wanting more - greater challenges, bigger thrills. I've done some stupid things. By my 30s my body began feeling the weight of what I was putting it through. And a long buried person began seeking life. In 2004, my mortality stared me in the face. A bout of pancreatitis in June that the doctor thought would kill me followed by the beginning (that autumn) of what would become a four year jaunt into a neurological nightmare if of sorts; losing motor skills, equilibrium, speaking, and a whole range of neuropathies, in and out of testing facilities, neuro specialists, etc and ending with being told this 'thing' would eventually incapacitate me, well I was taken down a few pegs. Seems I could fail. So, that year I said to heck with the docs and tests and crap and I registered for the Mt Washington climb and trained my azz off for it. And I did it. Sucky time, but I rode to the top. I cannot do things as I once did. But I am choosing to live as best I can. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoneWolf Posted September 2, 2014 Share #23 Posted September 2, 2014 I learned too early. In kindergarten on the bus to school. Not physically maybe, but on the inside. Kids are cruel even at five, six, seven years old. I'd have liked to learn that a lot later. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ralphie ★ Posted September 2, 2014 Share #24 Posted September 2, 2014 His wife is well aware of his affliction(s). At least he is not effing goofy, at least as far as we know. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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