It was 12 years ago Aron Ralston’s right arm was trapped between a canyon wall and a dislodged boulder (as portrayed in the movie, 127 Hours) off a remote cliff in Utah. Excruciating pain riddled his body, he was out of water, out of food, and forced to contemplate the reality he may never see his loved ones again.
Knowing he would soon die, for 120 long hours, he had flashbacks of everything in life he loved. His family, his career, his love for canyoneering, and premonitions of his son and future wife filled his head. In the depths of despair, he knew if he didn’t make a life-altering decision, his body would be discovered lifeless, perhaps years from now, perhaps never. He mentally clung to his flashbacks and wishes, and decided to grasp a dull knife in one hand and cut off his other.
Intestinal blockage. I haven’t eaten solid food for 4 days. The same man who held me on the rooftop is now holding me in a hospital bed listening to the surgeon say, “She will need surgery if the NG tube doesn’t work. It isn’t a matter of if, it is a matter of when. I suggest you get ready. At this point, her bowels will explode inside her stomach. It’s a matter of hours”.
I can’t imagine what Aron went through as he jammed the dull blade into his own forearm, watching in a surreal state the way his blood pooled and danced down the side of the cold, dark canyon. I stopped thinking about Aron long enough to feel my own blood pool and dance down the back of my throat.
Aron survived. He hacked off the last bit of flesh while clinging to his “why” and stumbled off away from his arm. His reason to live was that powerful.
I know I’m losing a part of my lungs to pneumonia. I look back at what life was like a mere 6 weeks ago, when a man kissed my forehead and made a wish that we could find a way to let all of our heartache and heartbreak from the past guide us towards an optimistic future.
Henry Ford once said, “Whether you think you can or think you can’t, you’re right”. I know I will survive this because my wishes and my why’s are stronger than anything Cystic Fibrosis has. I will leave a bit of my lungs to the world just as Aron left his arm in the canyon, and continue to be the strongest athlete I can be with what tools my body is giving me to work with. I will visit New York with my best friend. I will spend many Christmas’s with my family in Texas. I will build a life with a man who looks at me and thinks, “That’s her”, the same way I look at him.
“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, relationships we were too afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make.”
Klyn Elsbury is a former CFLF Board Member, who lives in Southern California. Despite being on IVS/hospitalized 6+ months a year, she works part time as a personal trainer and boot camp instructor with Aztec Fitness. She is also sponsored NPC Bikini Athlete. She believes that there is no angry way to say “bubbles” and loves jokes, the people in her life, and Starbucks.
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