On 8th April 2019 my life changed forever. I was a fit, healthy, non-smoking fun loving 49-year-old who lived life to the fullest. I was having a great time skiing on a snowy Italian mountain on the annual ski trip with the school I work at when, without warning, I felt this sudden pain like I had been smashed in the head. It was a pain I will never forget, nor do I ever want to feel it again. I had no idea that what was unravelling in my head could have killed me.
My name is Ruth, I’m 55, and I suffered two ruptured aneurysms: one in 2005 and another in 2012.
The first one was treated with a neurosurgical clip; honestly, it wasn't too bad. I was around an hour away from home in the hospital, but my oldest friend came to see me on the bus with her two kids every single day. My brother also came to visit me at the weekends. I was home within a month but remember being terrified to be left on my own.
I frequently complained about intense pain behind one of my eyes, which I assumed was a migraine. This pain often left me violently sick throughout the day, but the common advice I received was simply to have a can of Coke to ease the discomfort.
By this time, I had become a regular at the doctor’s office, having been referred to an optician, and experiencing multiple changes to my contraception. All of this seemed to be part and parcel of being cabin crew and living with the effects of fluctuating air pressure.
On April 7, 2017, at age 22, I was unintentionally shot in the head by my best friend in our on-campus apartment, one month before college graduation. He was in his bedroom, fooling around with a gun he didn’t know was loaded, and by some means, he pulled the trigger.
On May 9, 2024, Timofey suffered an ischemic stroke in the brainstem, which then caused a hemorrhagic symptom in the pontine region. This life-altering event has brought numerous challenges, but also moments of profound hope and progress.
My name is Mariana Hibert, I'm Mexican and I'm a social worker. My brain injury story begins in my adolescence when I was diagnosed at the age of 19 with Takayasu's Arteritis. a rare genetic and immune disease affecting the circulatory system. It's seen as an arterial inflammation causing an obstruction or aneurysm towards any vital organs. In my case, both of the carotids were occluded, so the blood irrigation of the brain was insufficient.
Something didn’t feel right. I felt like my vision had changed. I was aware that I couldn’t see the full windscreen from my position in the driver’s seat. This was odd. I thought it was a migraine so I decided to leave the car, take my son on a short walk to my father’s house, take some paracetamol and have a lie down.
On September, 21st 2023, while I was out for my usual 5am run on Tawa Street, I got hit by a car. Running was a big part of my life. That morning, my dad found me. My eye socket was blown out, but thankfully, I didn't have any lasting eye problems.
In 2017, I sustained a traumatic brain injury from a fall in the Rocky Mountains and fractured my occipital bone, which is in the back of my skull. This caused my brain to bounce off the inside of my skull resulting in three large brain haemorrhages, nearly fatal cerebral oedema or swelling of my brain, loss of my sense of smell, and several new disabilities.
My mom received a phone call from the doctor telling her that their little baby girl, their six-month-old who seemed so strong and healthy, had suffered a stroke. What did that mean? Well, to put it plainly, the news my mom received that day was that Hannah would likely never walk, talk, or reach adulthood.