From Extreme Sports to Paralysis: My Journey🫶

Hi, I’m Blueing, a two-time spinal cord injury survivor. 😢These injuries transformed me from an extreme sports enthusiast into someone who was paralyzed. But my paralysis wasn’t due to sports—it resulted from two back-to-back 46-hour surgeries in 2020 to remove congenital intramedullary tumors. Those surgeries gave me a firsthand experience of what it feels like to have a ‘lobster back.’

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My wife shaved my head, and now dozens of steel screws hold my spine together. I have a 40 cm scar from the surgery, and part of my chest muscle was compressed and damaged during the long procedures. 🥱The lumbar spine was especially difficult; I haven’t been able to bend my waist for 4 years due to two fixed steel plates. But the hardest part came after the second surgery—I was paralyzed. My legs, though intact, felt completely disconnected, like a Wi-Fi network that lost its signal.

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Fast forward 4 years, and during my recovery, I’ve received so much care and encouragement from countless people online. 😦I’ve been documenting and sharing this life-changing journey, and my followers include not only fellow patients but also many healthy individuals. They often call me strong and resilient, but honestly, I’ve had my moments of doubt. I wasn’t always this positive or optimistic.

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In the first half-month after my paralysis, I was trapped in despair and fear, even entertaining extreme thoughts. I couldn’t accept that I was truly paralyzed. I’d imagined many possibilities for my life, 🤕but not this. It felt like being stuck in an unending nightmare. Yet I’ve come to realize that our will to survive and our resilience during hardships often exceed what we believe we’re capable of.

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I vividly remember the moment I decided to face my new reality. Lying on a stretcher, being wheeled by my wife for a medical exam, I noticed how thin she had become. She was someone who used to struggle to open a bottle cap, yet here she was, pushing 140 pounds of me. Her fingers were white from the strain. It hit me then—my despair and fear wouldn’t change anything. I had lost the use of my legs, but I still had a life to live. That’s when I began to think about how to face my future. And I started to see how multifaceted life truly is.🤠

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Before all this, I lived an intense, competitive life. Even during my career highs, I was constantly consumed by the fear of losing what I had achieved. This experience, however, felt like hitting a reset button. It forced me to slow down, to relearn self-care and walking, and to truly reconnect with my wife and myself.

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In the hospital, my wife was by my side every step of the way. She was hyper-alert to any changes in me, even waking up at the slightest sound to check if I was okay. 😴One morning, a man in the next bed fell, and his cry startled her awake. She immediately sat up to see if I was alright. Her care for me was boundless—when I had no appetite, she brought me meal after meal, running up and down stairs. As my caregiver, she ended up walking over 10,000 steps a day.

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🤝Our friends also provided immense support, as did my doctors. My second surgery was far more difficult than expected, lasting 32 hours. Even after finishing the surgery at 4 a.m., my lead surgeon personally accompanied me to the recovery room. When I later started sharing my recovery story, he told me I was a beacon of hope for others, which made me feel that all my efforts had meaning.

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Throughout this journey, I’ve been touched by the kindness and love in this world. My loved ones, friends, and even strangers have supported and encouraged me selflessly. These moments of love and humanity were always there, but before, I was moving too fast to notice them. Now, they’ve become my greatest source of strength.

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Recovery is a slow and painful process. It took me a year to regain control over basic bodily functions, two years to stand, three years to walk, and four years to get where I am today. Now, I often forget that I’m considered disabled. I can handle almost all aspects of daily life and even participate in activities like renovating and moving bricks—just at a slower pace. While I’ve lost many physical abilities and still deal with nerve pain and other aftereffects, my spirit feels more whole. I’ve learned to live a calmer, more intentional life.

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So, 🤠I don’t see this as a complete disaster. Life doesn’t have a fixed direction—as long as you’re willing to keep moving, any direction is forward. None of us know what the future holds—will my body improve further? Will life get better? The unknown means that anything is possible. There’s always hope, isn’t there? I’m here to share my story of rediscovering the world. I hope you’ll follow along!

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