You are still wondering about my past?
Well, since you are here, who am I to keep it secret?
Let me take you with me on a journey through time
I saw the light of the world on April 25th, in 1977. This means that my astrological sign is the Taurus.
I quickly learned to crawl and I was very curious about everything, my mother could hardly let me out of her sight, before I was somewhere else.
I really was on my way somewhere all the time.
If I did not taste the green plants we had, I climbed in the basin or the stairs and explored everything.
And I took my first steps.
This was before I was one year old.
Then I became one year old and a tumour on my left kidney was discovered.
This is called Wilmīs tumour, and - while it had not spread to any other organs - it therefore should have been easy to remove, and everything would have been fine after that.
Unfortunately, this was not what happened to me.
I did not even get to the operation, before things started to go wrong.
On May 9th in 1978,during an angiography which is a kind of X-ray made on the kidneys, something, we do not really know what, went wrong.
It was either too strong a dose of contrast fluid, which contained 306 mg iodine/ml, or to much of it during a shorter time than two and a half hour, about 150 ml in my 10,7 kg body!!!
This is considered a very strong dose.
What is very frustrating for me and my family is that the most vital medical records were gone, immediately during the summer of 1978, when we still were at the hospital!!!
What happened is still not solved! Due to this I lost consious not long after, and did not come out of my coma until after ten days.
Now, I was no longer the quick, happy and lively little boy I had been before.
The only thing that showed real life and that I still was intelligent were my eyes.
But if you think that this was enough, you are mistaken, because during the operation,(in the end of June), to remove my left kidney where I had the tumour, the doctors also removed two of my ribs on the same side!!
I have never heard of another operation where one has lost two ribs in this way.
This is bad.
It took my parents 17 years (!) (until -95), to get an answer why it was impossible to rebuild the strength in my back and why my waist was so weak. Although they put the question lots of times.
I had drop while I was unconscious, and it was only thanks to my parents, I did not have to be probefed, as I would if the hospital staff had had their way.
Instead, my mother and father more or less forced me to eat the normal way, because I refused to eat, I just spat it out.
They were at the hospital from early morning until late in the evening and so did my elder brother too.
I stayed in hospital for about three months.
Since then, my parents, and especially my mother has taught me to speak, coordinate my hands and she also tried to "teach" my body to move again.
This went on until I was four and a half years old, when we went to the U.S.A. for the first time.
This was my motherīs doing, because she simply refused to accept that I was so severely brain-injured, physically.
She had searched for help, from the moment I got hurt, sad and upset as she was. When she could not get intense and adequate treatment in Sweden, she looked for it all over the world .
I am not going to explain this method which we found in the U.S.A. any closer, except that it helped me a lot, and that it is very tough, but it gives great results.
The reason why I do not explain this method closer, is that I have put a link to their homepage at Treatment.
The method is called I.A.H.P., which means the Institutes for the Achievements of Human Potential.
I trained by this method during the years -81-87, from I was four until I turned 10.
In 1988, when I was eleven years old, we began at the Kerland Foundation, in England.
I stayed on this method until I was 15 years.
I have not been able to find any homepage about them, but they are quite similar to I.A.H.P., the difference is that they have an easier program which allows the children more sparetime etc.
On this method I stayed until 1992.
After this I have trained with a little mixed methods, mostly those, which had a resemblance to, or where the ones we learned in the U.S.A., and also ordinary work-out -every day, in order not to get worse.
The summer of 1997, we learned about a method in England, which is called H.B.O., which stands for Hyperbaric Oxygen.
The metod helps to get more oxygen in the blood and this helps the brain to recover from much of the damage, if not fully.
Read more about this under Treatment.
This method is really great, and I hope I will be able to continue with this.
It really helps me to get much less spastic (stiff, particularly my legs) and because of this, it gets easier for me to move.
This method is well-known and used in a lot of other countries.
What is rather new (a few years) is that H.B.O. also is used on brain-injured people.
This was a little of my history, and if you want to know who I am today, check Me out.