Hello, my name is Max, I am French, I am 33 year old and I’d like to share with you a little bit of my life in a book that I’m writing. In short, I came out quadriplegic of a 2 weeks coma in Brazil in June 2019, because of a virus that wanted to end my life.
I survived a still very rare version of Chikungunya which wanted to end my life by attacking my brain, my cerebellum and my spinal cord, disconnecting all my neurological connections.
To make a long story short, I came out quadriplegic from a 2-weeks coma in Brazil last June. A coma and a grueling fight of which I keep all the memories.
I’m moving to Rio, Brazil for a while.
I work with France but I enjoy the little pleasures that Brazil offers.
And I fall in love with Diana… and her son.
So I’m learning Portuguese so I can communicate.
1 month later, unbearable headache.
I’m shutting down, I can’t speak anymore.
Diana does her best to save my life.
But the public hospital rejects me:
My beautiful and black girlfriend would then be a prostitute who drugged me to rob me?
The ubiquitous racism in Brazil and the Brazilian prejudices almost cost me my life.
She then contacts my parents who are on the other side of the world.
I go into convulsions with more than 104°F of fever.
My parents move heaven and earth for me to be taken care of.
They land the next day to find their son… in a coma.
My parents are told every day to be prepared to say goodbye to me, because they will not be able to keep me alive today.
I lose 24lbs in 4 days, 33lbs in total.
The virus made my body develop an enzyme to consume my proteins.
I lose the use of each organ one day after the other.
But the doctors, my family, Diana and I fought tirelessly for 2 weeks.
I fight violently in this infinite black nothingness against this force which takes me by the back to lead me towards the bottom.
I feel that if I let go, it will end my existence.
Meanwhile, all my friends and family write to me daily in the hope that I will survive!
And against all odds, I wake up on Diana’s birthday, who stayed knowing that I will give her a present.
So I’m extubated but I lose the use of my lungs. But again, I survive.
I am physically and mentally exhausted.
Death remains present, I feel it. But now is not the time to let go.
I must continue for myself and for my loved ones.
I must now recover my motor functions and restore my neurological connections.
My will, my resilience, and the dialogue with those I love, family and friends, then exceptionally present, will allow me to explode the records to reclaim my body.
I hope my story will allow you to find the strength and the resources within you to overcome the trials of life.
But I tell you absolutely everything in detail, with even more twists and turns, in the book of which there is a version with images. I hope that my story will allow you to find the strength and the resources within you to overcome the trials of life and overcome fatality, accompanied by those who love you.
I wish you a good reading…