Selected excerpts from the book Never let anyone tell you it’s impossible, Isabelle Dargent.
“After twenty-four hours, I came out of the coma in which I was plunged. It was then announced to me that I was quadriplegic. It was not a surprise, I understood from the first minutes that my legs were paralyzed. But I didn’t know anything about quadriplegia. “
“But the medical rule seems to be to systematically fight against contractures with appropriate drugs, to avoid muscle retractions. I tried to explain to the doctor that this treatment was not helping me, but there was nothing I could do, he kept the muscle relaxant he had prescribed. “
” Are you going to the physiotherapist?
– Yes, twice an hour a week, to talk to me.
– Ah! But then, that’s why you don’t recover anymore, it’s because you don’t do enough physiotherapy .
Patiently, the first few times, I explained: The connection between the brain and the muscles no longer exists, I can do as much weight training as I want, that won’t change that. In addition, if I do a lot of physiotherapy, I will get tired and that will make things even worse […]. They understood, but still, after a month or two, they came back to the charge: You should do more physiotherapy. Finally, I gave up. “
“When one evokes fate, or God, or the universe to justify what happened to me, by exhorting me to accept it,” It had to happen to you “, I find it revolting, I who do not believe in nothing, neither in God, nor in Santa Claus. Wounded, I have only one desire, not to meet these people any more, not to speak to them any more. How could I now that I know what they think of me? I want to ask them if they would say the same thing if it was their little boy or their little girl. Would they also remain philosophical and distant from the problem?
In these conditions, it is difficult to have normal relationships. Because it is difficult for others, for various reasons, to have a normal reaction to my disability. Some do not understand, others lack intelligence, still others cannot accept what has happened to me. They knew me to be able-bodied, they saw me dancing, and overnight, they found me on an armchair. They wanted to believe I was going to recover. My mother supported me that I was going to walk again, she needed to be convinced of it so much. Hope can’t be stopped, and I myself will never give up. Of course, medicine is making progress; of course, there is some promising research … But by the time it’s implemented, maybe I won’t be here. In the meantime, I must live from day to day with the means now at my disposal, and I do my best not to stop at stupidity, incomprehension, clumsiness, so as not to lose anything of each of them. those days that pass. I insist on moving forward, hoping for better later, but moving forward, always. “
“This accident changed not only my life, but also my relationships. There isn’t one person with whom I have kept the exact same relationship. Often the bond has weakened or disappeared, sometimes it has strengthened. It is linked to the reactions of others, but also to changes in my personality and my perception of life and the world. “
“On the one hand, I am always looked down on since I am sitting and, therefore, psychologically, the person can only feel superior to me, it is simply human. On the other hand, my wheelchair only allows me limited autonomy in the sense that, very often, I have to be pushed, let myself be guided, carried, without any control on my direction, my speed or even the choice to stop or not. “
“I will never give up, even if I never have to fully recover, even if I hit walls. I keep trying to walk, because to try is to succeed. I will continue to fight as long as my body allows it, for myself and for others. “
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