Severe Irreversible Damage
She was one of those shooting stars. Suddenly appearing in the firmament of elite athletes. Blazing her way to recognition and fame with the admiration of those who witnessed her skill and determination to push the boundaries of human endeavour and our binding relationship to the Earth we live upon through the force of gravity.
By all accounts she excelled at what she did best. Because what she did best was something that inspired her to keep on testing herself. "That's when we're the happiest", she told an interviewer, talking about her life and her husband's life as extreme sport enthusiasts. Winter sport was their passion, and this is what they lived for.
"...It's what our lives are, is being on the hill. And there's a reason for that, it's amazing, it's where we met, it's where we play, we live ..."
Who could argue with that? Her husband, during that interview about X Games contests, and the togetherness of snowmobiling that they so clung to, added: "And hopefully where we'll die." That struck a chord with Sarah Burke, and she repeated what her husband, Rory Bushfield had said: "And where we'll die."
And this is precisely what the pioneering superpipe skier did.
This is most certainly not what she meant to do. She was attempting a flat spin 540, something she had done countless times before. Only this time something went dreadfully wrong. She fell. She hit her head. That led to a disastrous outcome. A ruptured vertebral artery where blood was no longer supplied to her exuberantly adventurous brain.
She went into cardiac arrest then and there. And while the artery was surgically repaired later, it was too late for Sarah Burke. No mere band-aid surgery could repair the morbid trauma her brain had sustained. Which was "severe irreversible damage to her brain due to the lack of oxygen and blood after cardiac arrest."
Young, beautiful, bold and talented. A life crammed with excitement and satisfaction in what she did. And very much dead.
By all accounts she excelled at what she did best. Because what she did best was something that inspired her to keep on testing herself. "That's when we're the happiest", she told an interviewer, talking about her life and her husband's life as extreme sport enthusiasts. Winter sport was their passion, and this is what they lived for.
"...It's what our lives are, is being on the hill. And there's a reason for that, it's amazing, it's where we met, it's where we play, we live ..."
Who could argue with that? Her husband, during that interview about X Games contests, and the togetherness of snowmobiling that they so clung to, added: "And hopefully where we'll die." That struck a chord with Sarah Burke, and she repeated what her husband, Rory Bushfield had said: "And where we'll die."
And this is precisely what the pioneering superpipe skier did.
This is most certainly not what she meant to do. She was attempting a flat spin 540, something she had done countless times before. Only this time something went dreadfully wrong. She fell. She hit her head. That led to a disastrous outcome. A ruptured vertebral artery where blood was no longer supplied to her exuberantly adventurous brain.
She went into cardiac arrest then and there. And while the artery was surgically repaired later, it was too late for Sarah Burke. No mere band-aid surgery could repair the morbid trauma her brain had sustained. Which was "severe irreversible damage to her brain due to the lack of oxygen and blood after cardiac arrest."
Young, beautiful, bold and talented. A life crammed with excitement and satisfaction in what she did. And very much dead.
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