We are officially less than 6 months out from the 2016 Paralympic Games and it is hard to put into words the emotion that comes with knowing that a journey that has lasted for years upon years is in its final stages. Following my paralysis in 2008 I literally drowned myself in my swimming, I learned how to move on with my life by going to a pool every day and working towards something that physically forced me to push my body to its ultimate limits. That mentality was my way of fighting back against the stereotypes of what having a “physical disability” means. I felt like I was now seen as someone who physically was incapable and my way of proving otherwise was showing up to the pool and pushing my body as far as I could to become the best athlete I could become, to excel, to push boundaries and barriers of what is possible physically.
Now London has come and gone, believe it or not it has been nearly 4 years since the London 2012 Games and now the Rio 2016 Games are right around the corner. I thought going into London I learned what it took, I learned how to overcome unfavorable circumstance, that I learned how to become comfortable with the uncomfortable and that I learned how to push my body. Although in 2014 the unexpected happened, I suffered a severe arm injury to my left arm, resulting in significant loss of function in my arm due to nerve damage, which has since been deemed permanent. My world shattered, I didn’t know if I could fight back from this, I feared that I would be forced to say goodbye to the world of competitive swimming and hang my suit up. Although, after months of being out of the pool and battling the uncertainties I found myself back in the same place I was in after my paralysis, going back to the water for solace, returning to my sanctuary.
The idea of coming to terms with now having permanent loss of function in my arm was more than I could handle, but each day I went to the pool it was my way of fighting back. Unfortunately with my nerve damage comes severe nerve pain so every time I touch the water I am faced with unbearable pain, pain that I never even knew existed. Although, as strange as it may sound I felt comfort in the fact that at least I could feel my arm, at least I knew it hurt. To drown out the pain I turned to music and since returning to the pool I now train with music to help me push past the pain.
The journey to the Rio 2016 Games has been an unexpected one, coming back from injury, relearning how to do the simple tasks again as I have lost the grip in my left hand. The trial and error of realizing my arm doesn’t work the way it used to, of learning how to adapt not only my athletic life, but my everyday life as well has been a world of trial and error, a world of ups and downs. But this journey, this journey is about fighting back, about proving that no matter what happens we all have the ability to overcome, about seeing it through not only for myself but those who never, ever stopped believing in me. Many have counted me out, many have said I won’t be able to be the athlete I once was, but every day my body hits the water, every moment I stare at that black line on the bottom of the pool it is me fighting back, proving that if we have enough grit, enough determination and enough passion, anything is possible!