'What my devastating diagnosis taught me about resilience'
I could barely lift my head to identify the speaker as we heard those terrifying words “spinal cord injury”. Two years later I learned my wife, Lucy, was so shaken she pushed herself into and along the wall, around the corner to find the only chair she could see. I was lost in deep shock for hours, but I hunted for embers of hope in that gloom.
Recovery intrinsically mattered to me. I felt desperate to secure whatever elements of my identity I might regain. I resolved to set a good example to my children. I hunted for the willpower to tackle this challenge, no matter how hard it might prove. I drove myself to recover physically, and mentally.