In January 1972, I awoke as a 12-year-old girl in a bed at the Basel Children's Hospital after three weeks of unconsciousness, my body convulsing. My mind was functioning, but everything else was gone. I couldn't speak and felt helpless. My parents, the doctors, the nurses, and the therapists explained what had happened: On December 13, 1971, I had a serious bicycle accident on my way to school and suffered a traumatic brain injury. As a result,…
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In January 1972, I awoke as a 12-year-old girl in a bed at the Basel Children's Hospital after three weeks of unconsciousness, my body convulsing. My mind was functioning, but everything else was gone. I couldn't speak and felt helpless. My parents, the doctors, the nurses, and the therapists explained what had happened: On December 13, 1971, I had a serious bicycle accident on my way to school and suffered a traumatic brain injury. As a result,…