Originally Posted by JonnyB76
Best of luck to you. Please keep us up to date on your impending cure.
I think you're going to make it out just fine.
Originally Posted by Nomad1972
What if that crash was in your destiny in order for the doctors to have detected the brain tumor early? Think of it. If you wouldn't have had that crash you would have never had that brain tumor detected until it was too late.
Keep riding strong. I will keep you in my prayers.
that may well wind up being "the bike crash that saved your life".
Originally Posted by Nomad1972
a good number of cancer survivors have similar sorts of stories, where they unknowingly had a tumor that was found because of something entirely unrelated.
Double-metric mtb man
Mine wasn't bike related, but it certainly gave me a new appreciation for life and busted me out of the nerd shell I was in. Back in high school I was lucky to be selected to get my glider's license via Cadets. We had the front edge of a storm come through the area during my 3rd solo. I ended up taking a 600 lb plane without an engine up against weather so severe that it caused a 737 to abort it's landing at a nearby airport and divert 200 km to the north. I was on tow when the weather hit and had to punch off due to a big loop in the tow rope (gliders and small planes react to sudden nasty weather quite differently).
Long story short...lots of full deflection on the controls to try to keep the glider sunny-side up, lots of fast moving air that had me alternating between ~ -1 and +2 G's, a lot of flying at the max manoeuvering speed of the glider (flying at the edge of the performance envelope)...I managed to fight my way back to the strip (upwind because the winds had shifted 180 degrees) but I couldn't land into the wind as we usually want to because there were 2 gliders in the landing circuit by the time I got there and I didn't want to end up in a head on situation while trying to land. I had to do a near 180 degree turn from my crosswind leg to final approach. When I landed, I put the wheel (yes, the glider only had 1 wheel) down at one end of the strip with a ground speed >110mph. Full brakes, spoilers, dive brakes and nose skid in the dirt and I still ploughed a trench all the way down to the other end of the runway (we usually only used about 1/3 of it).
Video games don't prepare you for that, so I figured I had a little help from upstairs...I certainly didn't have the experience I would have needed to do that on my own.
That is an amazing attitude and I look forward to seeing you post in the future about riding that Pivot!
To all who have posted here, and for those still going through
their ordeal, my thoughts and prayers go out to you.
Climb into the sky, never wonder why - Tailgunner
You're a Tailgunner
Amazing thread. Incredible stories about what people can overcome.
Couple of times for me. I have a condition that leaves me susceptible to respiratory infections. I had pnuemonia a LOT as a kid. When I was five it was really really bad and it was pretty much accepted that I'd die. I remember laying in bed and not even having energy to pick up a toy for what seemed like days. It was total luck that I recovered. To this day I have respiratory problems, but they are much better since I started riding.
Last October I rode my bike down the block from my house and had a freak accident where I went over the bars and landed on my head, fracturing my skull at the base and a second, much worse fracture around my eye socket. The doc said if I hadn't tried to tuck as I went down and had landed square instead of on the "corner" that I'd likely be dead.
Enjoy every sandwich folks.
Awesome to see others pull through.
Had cancer at age 17. Got lucky since it did not spread to major organs but it sucked none the less. I stayed positive and happy during the whole ordeal with the help of family. During this time i started playing MMO games like World Of Warcraft becoming a lethargic computer jockey and gained weight...
Fast forward to age 24 and i am still in remission enjoying life.
I have discovered biking around a year ago and it is my new passion. It makes me reflect on all the time i wasted gaming.
I was in college and was coming back from class.
There were a few people standing in the bike lane, so I went around them. That required me to cross the trolley track. I got over fine, but coming back into the bike lane my tire got stuck in the tracks and instantly threw me over the bars. I landed on my jaw. Broke my jaw in 2 places, busted 5 teeth, almost broke my hand. I was in the hospital for 3 days and the surgeons gave me a titanium plate and a handful of screws that look totally awesome in X-ray photos. My jaw was wired shut for 2 weeks, and for a total of 5 weeks I was on a strictly liquid diet.
I probably should have died. Stupidly, I wasn't wearing a helmet. So had I landed any differently my brain would have become hamburger meat. Now I'm one of the biggest advocates for bike helmets ever. I refuse to ride with people who aren't wearing one.
The first day I could eat potato chips again was one of the best days of my life.
A year later I bought a new mountain bike. A year after that I bought a new road bike. And now I bike more than ever.
At 11 years old, I crashed racing a friend on bikes (no helmet) and spent 2 days in a coma. They say I was close but I don't remember much of it. Then as a 17 year old, I hit a telephone pole with a pickup and grabbed the door handle when exiting the truck without realizing there was a live wire across the hood. And finally at age 31, I was diagnosed with and survived a ugly fight with sarcoma cancer.
I am lucky and thankful to be alive! I tend to let things go when I become upset more than I use to, I smile more when happy, I tell my people I love them more than I use to and I try to enjoy something about each day (not always successful with that one)
Wow, there are some very inspiring stories and experiences on here.
When I was 17 or 18 I went biking with a friend to the Badlands in North Dakota on a very hot and sunny day in August. We made it out to a prescribed location and turned around to head back to the truck. I had everything programmed into my GPS simply as a precautionary measure. I ran out of water with about nine miles left to go and my friend didn't have too much left either. We kept going and with about five miles to go I was in pretty bad shape and lost my friend and the trail.
It took me about seven hours to get from that point back to the truck. I ended up collapsing twice during the ordeal and to this day I don't know if I passed out, slept, or what. I just remember thinking that I had to press on so I did. I credit my GPS with getting me out of that situation.
I made it out to find the sheriff and search and rescue preparing to begin the search party for me. They wanted to send me out in an ambulance but I refused thinking that I would be fine. When my friend saw me he burst into tears. We ended up driving two hours back home and my body could not cool itself nor could I control my heart rate any longer. For hours (until I woke up the next morning) I was breathing heavily and my heart beating uncontrollably.
I made it home two hours later and upon my parents seeing me, my mom broke into tears. I hadn't seen my physical appearance yet so went to the mirror to see what everyone was upset about. One glance and I understood: I looked like a skeleton. My eyes felt extremely strange and were sunk back into their sockets quite far. I hopped on the scale and had lost 12 lb throughout the ordeal. The next day or so was spent relaxing, re-hydrating, and recovering.
My dad is a physician and told me just how lucky and blessed I am to have gotten out alive. He told me that I didn't have much more time before certain systems would have started shutting down due to the lack of hydration and electrolytes. People have also told me that when people collapse as I did (twice), they usually don't get back up. I have been called dumb for refusing to take the ambulance out. Had it not been for the GPS and determination to survive, it could have turned out much differently.
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Good luck. Sending all my extra good karma, prayers and good thoughts your way.
Originally Posted by JonnyB76
With ya brother. Keep up the positive thoughts. They go a long way.
Thanks everyone for the positive Karma and Prayers they are much appreciated!
I will post updates as i work through this process to get me cancer free.
Today my hair is falling out like it's going outa style should be intersting after the second round of the ICE i'm guessing I'm gonna me a mexican hairless cat before long....Ewwwwww.
In the mean time all you out there that can hit the trails Hit one for me
WeLcOmE tO tHe CoLlEcTiVe.
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I was gonna post up my close encounter with lightening that took a couple of lives in San Diego, but after reading some of your personal stories, I am humbled.
As others have said, amazing stories. My thoughts too go out to those who are currently in the midst of a personal challenge.
A guy on a bike
Almost died from appendicitis. Also couple of close calls climbing years ago.
And, no, I don't think that any deities have plans for me.
I would like to join the others in wishing you the best in your fight. I am going to ride an extra lap this weekend and send all the mojo I have your way Thoughts and Prayers
Originally Posted by JonnyB76
From one cancer survivor to another, hang in there man.
Originally Posted by JonnyB76
shave that $hit off and own that bald head.
Originally Posted by JonnyB76
I started losing hair and I thought it would all be gone...but I'm apparently such a hairy SOB that I still had enough left that I didn't wind up looking like mangy coyote (the chupacabra!) or anything.
I'll do an extra lap for you, bro.
Had this same thing happen to a friend(the getting stuck upside down) she was on candlewood lake messing around with another friends kayak with the skirt over the opening, problem was that this skirt was extremely tight and she wasnt strong enough to pull it free. she also didnt know how to "combat roll" a kayak, thankfully i was standing on a dock a few hundred feet away and as soon as she tipped i knew she was in big trouble. I am thankfully a very strong swimmer and a large individual so when i reached her i just manhandled the boat back right side up. she later told me she was only half concious when i got to her but was fine by the time i swam/towed her back to shore. it was well worth the broken cell and soaked cigarettes to be able to perpetuate a close friends life.
Originally Posted by drj85
my own story of a "i barely survived" is quite probably the lamest story here lol. i was working 3rd shift as a security guard, left as normal in the morning and went home. get home and noone else is there, grab a bagel and go to my room to change and go to sleep. bagel was super dry and when i tried to swallow it just got stuck halfway down. i couldnt keep swallowing or cough it back up, so there i am in my room in just boxers choking to death. i tried not to panic(the threat of drowning/suffocating is absolutely terrifying) i began to self heimlich(sp?) but after a few tries and more than a minute of not breathing at all the edges of my vision began to go black. after 7 or 8 tries i was able to self heimlich the bagel out of my throat and take the sweetest breath of my life. i immediately threw away the bagel out iof spite and went to be exhausted. i know pretty lame...
OIF 1: 4th ID 2003-2004
Thanks for your service man! I understand that **** you said all too well.
Originally Posted by phirebug
Double-metric mtb man
Jonny...I may be joining you (though not for quite the same reason) this year. Keep your chin up and keep fighting!
I do a cancer ride every year following the death of a friend and coworker. This year I'm dangling the razor out there to entice some more donations. I'll keep ya in mind as I roll the FR bike all 215 km of the Ride this year.
Lots on inspirational stories in here. Keep fighting the fight.
Only two stories for me. First one happened back in 03 on my motorcycle when I was doing a rolling burnout at about 50mph and had an electrical short which shut my bike off. This launched me over the bars and did some circus acts in the air for a good 100+ feet. I was knocked out and something told me to get up. I got back up in the middle of the road daze and confused to find my bike now running which was spinning around in circles. Picked it up and road back to my GF at the time who rushed me to the ER.
First person to come in who I thought was the doctor after the CT scan was actually the priest. That was weird. Then the doctor came in and told me everything was fine. Woo! But, the bad news was the force of the hit when my elbow hit cause my skin to gash open so lots of muscle was ripped and torn which they cut out. This effects my left hand grip to this day and the strength of my arm.
The second story was in 07 again was on my motorcycle at night doing a wheelie this time and because I had no gauges I did not know I was low on gas. Well, yup, I ran out of gas mid air and this slammed me down again. Luckily, this time I held on for dear life but ran out of road and went down a hill off the highway. After I stopped I could not believe what I saw but a whole bunch of trees that I missed by inches. So whoever or whatever looked after me thank you.
Yip yip yip nope nope nope
Almost died? Does walking away from crashing my Yamaha 1100 Special into a power pole at 100mph+ count? Diabetic comas (2) from highs of 1500 and low of 26? And how about the time my son shot out an arm to keep me from going otb on 2nd Divide where the trail turns from hillside to cliffedge in a half heartbeat?
Almost forgot when I dropped a transfer case on my hand chopping off my left index finger, went to the ER where the anesthesiologist put me under then left to check on other patients. I promptly asphyxiated my recent lunch and collapsed both lungs.
Rather die while I'm living than live like I'm dead!
OH yeah, the time I was looking for dirt to ride in Yosemite, ranger told me to go ahead and use the dirt road above the water treatment tanks. The dirt road was a bust due to a bunch of downed trees so I went back to camp. 20 minutes later a chunk of the rock face fell and crushed a lot more trees and the Happy Island Shop.
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Some enlightening stories from some brave people here. My respect to you........
I used to race motorbikes, a Ducati 926 Customer Corsa to be exact. I was upper-midfield filler, rarely higher, fell off quite often but I loved it. Anyway, I was at Snetterton for a two-day meeting in July 1996 (a circuit in Norfolk, England) and by the time I left for home on the Sunday night all was well - I had a 9th and 11th place, hadn't fallen off all week-end and the bike was going off for some new tasty parts to be fitted FOC.
So I was driving home in the evening Sun when a woman pulled across my path at the last minute to turn right. The police worked out from my skidmarks (the ones on the road!) that I was about 20ft from her doing 60mph when she turned. Big collision, I managed to climb out of the car (still don't know how) and then collapsed on the road not feeling anything.
Put in a cage, taken to hospital, scans, X-rays and lots of prodding before being told that I'd broken C3 and C4 in my neck. More scans and tests the next day before being warned that I would probably never walk again...... Not a good day for me since I was a professional yachtsman and all my hobbies were based outdoors.
Just over a day later I was having more tests and complained that my feet had bad pins and needles. This quickly spread up my body and turned to acute pain. I couldn't understand why the doctors were so happy! Anyway, it transpired that all the musles in my back/neck had gone into severe spasm, clamped onto my spinal cord around the broken vertebrae and caused temporary paralysis.
The upshot was that I spent 4 months in hospital followed by another year of intense physio. I went through periods of medical depression but thankfully because I am stubborn I got through it and was walking within two months of the crash. I bought myself a Marin Muirwoods just before Christmas 1996 and started riding it around the park early next spring. Very gently at first but more and more often and eventually onto proper, technical off-road terrain.
I never did sail again professionally but I did my first XC race on my Muirwoods (!!!!) at the end of 1999 - I was still no better than midfield filler!!
Anyway, that's me. Remember to be stubborn and never give up until death is smiling at you - doctors are just as fallible as the rest of us and the human body is not a predictable and perfect medium to be working with!
Good luck to all on this thread who are fighting illness; your bravery goes beyond............
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