We are all warrior wives.
We're wives who were willing to take the cards that had been dealt
and love our men because we saw and knew what was inside
and not worry about the package on the outside.
I've met so many warrior wives in my journey
in the last two and a half years since Bob was injured,
and it never ceases to amaze me the resiliency of the human spirit,
the ability for families to heal together,
the overwhelming power of love in healing a family and bringing a person back.
When I told Bob--he was flying back on a red eye from Seattle today--
where I was today, he said, "You're not going to talk about our sex life, are you?"
So can't talk about erections, can't talk about this,
but I will say this: Our sex life is the sex life of anyone who's been married for 20 years,
has 4 children and 2 careers,
and one of us is a morning person and the other one's a night person.
So that's all I'm going to say. [laughter and applause]
We are well below the national average, and we always were.
But there's always room for improvement. [laughter]
When Dave was talking--and I have so many emotions about our Vietnam veterans
because I was a girl on the--well, I guess I was probably in puberty,
but it was my friends' older brothers who were going off to war.
And I saw how we treated those veterans when they came back.
I saw how we dishonored them.
I saw how we blamed them for the war.
I was recently speaking at a veterans center in Ohio,
and one of the color guards told me that he was in a parade in New York
when he came back from Vietnam and people threw rocks at him.
It's so hard for me to imagine that today, looking at people like Ted
and people like BJ who have given so much and are such honorable, honorable people.
It really shocks me.
And when I talk, I really need to remind everybody that what we really need to do
together in this war is separate the war from the warrior.
It doesn't matter what your politics are.
It doesn't matter whether or not you thought that we should or shouldn't go into Iraq
or what you think of President Bush.
This is about treating those who have served with dignity when they return home
and giving them the highest level of care that they deserve for their service to their country.
I think that for any of you who ever saw the movie Coming Home
and there was one movie that seared in my brain forever--it's Deer Hunter.
And I remember as a young girl--I don't know quite what year that came out in the '70s,
but I remember crying through that entire movie, knowing that that was the fate
of some of the brothers who died on my street, Pinedale Avenue in Delmar, New York,
outside of Albany.
And I think one of the most sort of shocking things to me as a young girl
but one of the most amazing things was the wheelchair scene.
Is it Kris Kristofferson? I should have done my homework before I came here.
[crowd response] Jon Voight. Father of Angelina Jolie, by the way. [laughter]
Who knew that little trivia fact?
Jon Voight and Jane Fonda? Do I have that right? Okay.
I can picture the bodies; I don't quite have the faces.
And it had never occurred to me how somebody with a disability
would return and go back to their world.
And probably the thought of intimacy with someone who had a disability
was something I didn't think much about until that very searing scene
which was bittersweet and poignant and all the things that Dave talked about
and BJ talked about in terms of facing yourself after you come home
with a loss and a change and how is that person going to love you.
And as I tell my story a little bit, I'll go through our moments--Bob's and mine
and the children.
I'll start by just saying that we're a very, very blessed family.
I still don't know why, other than I think that Bob was spared for so many reasons.
The biggest reason was to be able to cast a light by using his 15 minutes of fame
on our wounded veterans, particularly those with brain injuries, who were returning
and who most people in America had no idea were coming back
in these kinds of numbers with these kinds of life-changing injuries.
And frankly, these people didn't survive in Vietnam.
Dave is another walking miracle.
I've had more physicians--many of them in the military, many in civilian--
who said if this had happened in the civilian world, he wouldn't be alive
and if this had happened in Vietnam with these kinds of injuries,
he never would have made it out of country.
And obviously, that's incredible medical advancement that's amazing
and much more advanced body armor as well.
There are many reasons, but we are bringing people home
in numbers with a diminished quality of life in some cases.
For some of the mothers who probably thought they were sending their son out of the nest
and ready to cash that 401(k) in and go to Jamaica
like Chervon Phillips' mother or Nellie Makanjo, mother of Jose--
both very severely brain injured servicemembers who as mothers now
are by their children's bedsides 24/7--
not the retirement they had dreamed.
I had a chance to talk to Senator Dole while he was waiting to go on,
and we were talking a little bit about what our foundation is doing.
Bob and I started a foundation to help traumatic brain injured servicemembers.
Our definition in our foundation of a brain injury encompasses not just the severe TBI
but PTSD, combat stress, personality disorder.
In my mind, those are broken brains.
And I was having a little fun with him out there
because I'm not sure he could completely hear me all the way,
and I said, "New Rand study. Five million bucks they spent,
"and they came back with statistics which we pretty much knew
"from our buddies at VA and DoD--
"15 to 30 percent of the 1.65 million who have cycled through Afghanistan
"and Rand study confirmed I think it's 320,000 will come back
"with some form of a brain injury."
And he was still sticking to his 2,500 to 3,000 figure of wounded, including amputees.
I think it's time that we face up to the fact that we can't define an injury
by something that's a laceration or a bullet hole
or somebody who bears the scars that Bob do which are quite obvious
and go around the side of his head, as so many servicemembers you've seen.
So many of the injuries are so much more complex.
And certainly today's conversation about issues of intimacy
point to some of those finer points that are so difficult
not only to voice but to quantify.
It's hard to quantify damage in a human being.
I've argued for a long time that we need to be doing a baseline on our servicemembers
before they are deployed so that when they come back
they don't have to fight as hard to say, "No, but he wasn't like that before,"
or "He really enjoyed sex with me before, and now it's like sleeping with my brother."
I can't tell you how many times I've heard that from wives.
"I feel like I'm sleeping next to my brother."
"There's nothing from him. When I put my hands on his body, he doesn't respond."
"He rolls away."
You talk to a 24-year-old woman--I'm almost 50 so I'm fine with that in my bed, okay?
[laughter] I'm done with that.
But you talk to a 24-year-old woman who has just been married 6 months
before her husband was deployed, and that was not what she dreamed of
when she walked down the aisle.
She imagined a life full of laughter and children, like Abbey and BJ were blessed to have.
And what she didn't imagine is that she would be sleeping with her brother,
that she would turn to an emotionally flat husband
who really had nothing more to give and couldn't understand why
his life had ended sexually before he had really begun living.
I think Davey hit on a really essential element of this journey, and that was humor.
You cannot undergo a journey like this without a sense of humor.
We had so many moments--and I capture some of them in the book
but not nearly all of them--where you just have to laugh
because otherwise you would cry.
There were the moments that Bob pulled his stomach peg out.
There were the moments that we would walk in
and he was in his medically-induced coma for 36 days
and we were all calling him half-head over his bed as his skull was removed
and his brain was swollen out of it like a popover.
You have to look at the situation, and you have to say to yourself,
"I need to find a glimmer of hope."
"I need to find something in this journey that I can take away that revives my spirit."
The medical community is not set up to give you that at all,
and I think that I've had so many conversations with families
about the statistics that we all hear that are so front loaded
when you walk in the hospital,
the pronouncements that everybody is so quick to make,
the percentages he won't do this or he may be able to do this.
I was told that Bob probably would never be able to work again.
No one knew whether he could talk or not.
It was interesting to hear Davey talk about Brenda
and superimpose her needs for love on him
because my question to Dr. Armonda, who is an incredible neurosurgeon
who works between Walter Reed and Bethesda, was, "Will he love me?"
"Will he be so altered and so damaged that he won't remember
"what we shared for the 18 years at that point of our marriage
"and how much we love each other?"
Because to me that was the most important thing in the world.
It wasn't that he was anchor of World News or he had taken over for Peter Jennings
or that he spoke three languages;
it was that we had just the best relationship of anybody I knew as a couple
and we had all of the pieces intact.
And sure, we fought and sure, he leaves his dirty underwear on the floor
and still does after his brain injury and now he blames it on the brain injury
which is even worse. [laughter]
But I would have done anything to keep that relationship intact.
I think I talked about this in the documentary,
and I'm sure I talk about it in the book. I haven't looked at the book in so long.
But what Dr. Armonda said to me was that he had never seen
anybody come back with a brain injury who didn't love
the people that they'd loved before.
And then what he told me after the book came out
was that he went home to his wife Heidi and told her that I had asked him this question
and told her what he had told me.
And she said, "You idiot! You have no idea whether or not that's true."
"Why did you tell her that?" [laughter]
Luckily I found that out many, many months later
when I knew Bob did still love me.
But I'm glad that he lied to me at that moment in time.
I loved Abbey's story about the fingernails, and I have my own story like that.
It was that Bob had been named anchor,
and along with television come a lot of things that Bob Woodruff hated and still hates,
like pancake makeup so your five o'clock shadow is gone
and like the fact that he has a unibrow
so they have to kind of tame those brows and pluck them.
And when I walked in the room at Landstuhl and I saw not my husband
but a Frankenstein monster lying naked on a table
with just a sheet over his groin and 14 centimeters of his skull removed
with a brain swollen out of it in a way that I hadn't imagined
the human brain could swell with the whole left side of his face
basically sort of ripped off in those early days,
I looked at his brows.
And my first thought was, "They have really done a nice job in that makeup room
And I just recently read a book. It's called Your Mother, My Mother.
It's a book about nursing our elderly parents toward the end.
It's about slow medicine, a concept I hadn't known much about
but a lovely concept for elder care.
And in the book the author talks about denial.
And he said that actually denial is a wonderfully effective tool
for the person in the middle of the maelstrom
as long as all of the people around that person are not in denial.
And when I think about how I moved in those days,
that was exactly how it worked.
I was like the queen bee in the hive--and I write about this--
and I chose to be in the zone.
And the zone was a place where I would only let certain information in.
Everybody around me I know was talking to the doctors
and finding out what they needed to know and perhaps acting like advance men for me.
But in my mind, the doctors didn't know my Bob
and they didn't know how much he loved me,
they didn't know how much he loved our four children,
they didn't know how strong he was and how much he had to live for,
and there was this factor that the doctors couldn't measure,
and that was the human spirit.
And so my thought was that until Bob woke up from that coma
and until we had a baseline, until we knew if he could talk,
if he could think, if he could recognize us or remember us,
I was not going to listen to anybody's pronouncements.
And that was a very useful tool for me.
So I challenge all of you who are counseling patients
or are dealing with them on the physiological/medical front,
do not rush to judgment.
Use hope with your realism.
Everybody that's in a caregiving situation needs to believe that they could have a miracle.
They need to believe that their loved one might be that person
who might be within that 10 percent.
There is no reason to take a baseball bat and beat that out of that wife's heart
in that first week or that second week.
My contention is that human beings are not only mostly smart
when it comes to their loved ones, but they're intuitive.
And if the situation is terminal, if the case looks like it's vegetative,
we will discover that on our own terms.
We will realize in week three or week four that this isn't breaking
the way we thought it might be
or we'll understand that things aren't going our way.
But how can anyone in that hospital possibly expect the person
to be able to put the oxygen mask on the patient
if they can't possibly put it back on themselves.
And so you need to talk to your patients and your caregivers about all kinds of things.
You need to talk about the power of touch and the power of music
and the power of family and the power perhaps of alternative medicine, the power of massage.
All of these things come into play when you're healing.
I'm going to go back really briefly.
I'm sure some of you know Bob's story, but I'll just encapsulate it
because I feel like I've jumped ahead a little bit.
He had been named co-anchor of World News with Elizabeth Vargas
after Peter Jennings' death from lung cancer,
and it was his I think 28th day or something on the job officially in the anchor chair.
It was President Bush's State of the Union address that was coming up,
so Bob had reported on the elections, the Hamas victory in Palestine,
and hopped on a plane and headed to Iraq where he was going to go into the field.
And this was the point of the war where the US troops were going to stand down
and the Coalition forces were going to stand up,
so it was really important that Bob take a look firsthand
at how the coalition forces were doing and how the handover of power was doing.
This was his ninth time in Iraq. He was no stranger to covering wars.
He had covered the Kosovo conflict
and two hours after the Trade Centers were hit and toppled.
We at that point in time were living in London.
He took a plane to Afghanistan, was diverted to Pakistan,
and spent the next nine weeks there and then also was embedded in 2003.
So he was not somebody who was a novice to these situations.
What happened to Bob is what happens to our servicemembers every single day.
Riding down a road that was supposedly safe and swept for IEDs
there was a remote controlled device packed with rocks,
and about 20 feet away, as he was in the tank and happened to be up
at that point in time, the IED blew off and hundreds of rocks
shot into the left side of Bob's face and head.
The concussive force cracked his skull.
One of the rocks sheared his helmet off.
It just happened to hit the chinstrap.
That may have actually saved his life because that was the rock
that after cracking the bottom of his jaw passed all the way across his throat
and came to rest but did not perforate the carotid artery on the other side.
That was one of the first amazing miracles of Bob's injury.
Recently I was in Ohio not so long ago, and we were talking to physicians
at one of the rehab centers there.
One of the docs had been in the hospital when Bob came,
and he told me something I didn't know, which was that written next to Bob's chart
was the word "expected," which as you all probably know, means expected to die.
And they told me that they weren't sure, they couldn't tell if the rock
actually had perforated and was just holding itself against the artery
like a finger in a dike, and they weren't even sure they could transport him,
which they did.
And with the unbelievable military medical care, which I know you all know,
that was really the first line of defense for Bob
was the alacrity with which everybody operated,
the amazing precision.
I can't say enough about military medicine.
I laugh when I give speeches in front of people
who are part of the military.
I always say my very first thought--because I was in Disney World
at the time with four children when I got the phone call--
my very first thought was, "Oh, my gosh."
"We have to get him out of the hands of the US government."
"They botch everything, including my taxes. What are they going to do with his head?"
But of course that was the absolute wrong--
Not being a military person, not coming from a military background
and assuming that all of the best medicine resided in cities like Washington
and New York, that was my very first response.
And it couldn't have been more wrong.
That was driven home to me when I was here in Washington
staying at a friend's house when the children would come down.
Bob was in a medically-induced coma for 36 days,
and the children would come down on weekends to see him,
and so it was a very big dance to kind of figure out when was it right for them
to see their dad and how can we keep them entertained on weekends
without making this seem like a funeral every time they come down.
I walked outside of my friend's house one of the weekends,
and there was a little shrine on the sidewalk.
It was a flower and candle.
I said, "What is this? What happened?"
She said, "That is such a sad story."
"That was the New York Times bureau chief here in Washington."
"He was retired and he walked outside, some boys came by with a baseball bat
"and hit him on the head."
"They got $14 out of his wallet."
"Another neighbor, luckily, came by soon thereafter, called an ambulance,
"but it was a human error and he didn't go a level four trauma center
"so they took him to an ER where they assessed him as drunk,"
because, as most of you know, TBI can often present as somebody who is just off
and perhaps has had too much to drink, "and he died
"when they got him in on the operating table."
And I thought, "Okay, here's my husband in a third world country,
in the middle of a war zone, and they got his skull off within 47 minutes."
And that's coming out of a complex gunfight where medics landed the helicopter
after they were given the order not to land. They turned the radio down.
We've since had the opportunity to meet these young men and women
who were in Portland at the time. Pretty amazing stuff.
These are the people that are serving our country.
These are the brave young men and women who are serving.
They got him to Baghdad, they assessed him as critical,
they got him to Balad where in a hospital made of tents and generators
with people operating in body armor, 47 minutes, his skull was off.
I don't have to tell you what the diagnosis was.
At first I wouldn't learn anything about a brain injury.
And what I kept saying when the doctors would try to talk to me about it,
I kept saying, "Go macro, go macro. I am not ready to hear this."
"I need my time and my space."
But it was day 35, and Bob was not waking up.
He was not responding to commands, he was not able to open his eyes,
squeeze my hand, none of that.
And so I was off sort of hunting around for nursing homes,
which I was told would really be the next step
because in order to do therapy, as you know,
you need to be able to do two hours of therapy at least a day to go to a rehab facility.
So it was time to learn more about a brain injury,
and I asked the neuropsychologist at the time,
"Okay, give it to me. Tell me everything I need to know."
And it was probably a somewhat masochistic way to find out about brain injury,
perhaps only less masochistic than going on Google,
which would have, frankly, been incredibly frightening.
And I don't recommend that.
But what I heard was a really amazing litany of things.
What I love about Chris Fasher is when he asked me to speak,
he sent me excerpts from the book that I could use as talking points,
so I didn't even have to do the homework on this.
Let me just read what Chris has highlighted in yellow for me here.
[laughter] He's an incredible guy, incredible guy.
"When many patients first wake up or even afterward,
"they can be easily angered and rattle off strings of expletives."
"Abnormal behavior might simply become part of what Bob's therapists would teach me
"to call the 'new normal'"--a term that I came to hate, by the way, and still do.
"With most brain injuries, the filter in our heads that we use to get along in society slips
"and people lose their inhibitions in ways both shocking and painful for their loved ones."
"One woman I spoke with after Bob's injury confided in me
"that her husband was masturbating continually in the hospital in front of other people."
His inhibitions were gone, and she was unclear,
"What do I do with this? Is this going to happen for the rest of his life?"
My thought was, "Am I ever going to be able to go to a cocktail party with Bob?"
"Is he going to be whipping things out in the grocery aisle with the lettuce?"
This could be an issue.
"Then there was the horrible story of the Marine's wife
"who had to be put in a safe house because her husband,
"her high school sweetheart, had tried to strangle her in her sleep
"for the third time after his head injury in Iraq"--
a closed head wound, by the way,
probably one of the people that might not fall in Senator Dole's figure of 3,000.
"My voice began rising, and I tried to control it."
I'm sorry. That was a different part which I won't have time to go into.
"I remember lying down with Bob."
Abbey, I did lie down with Bob.
He had eight tubes coming out of his body.
They had warned me that he could be angry and agitated.
In fact, the neuropsychologist had told me,
because he was becoming more agitated, that I probably shouldn't get too close,
that he might swing at me.
And I thought, "No, he's not."
One of our jokes was that I was the horse whisperer
because I could come in, and I would get my face down really close to his ear
and talk to him and soothe him.
And you all, I'm sure, have seen someone in a medically-induced coma.
It's not the lily crossed with the hands over the chest like the movies.
It's an incredibly disturbing thing.
Bob was strong as an ox when he was injured.
He continually tried to get up out of bed.
His eyes were open, but there were no lights on behind them.
There was no connection to anything.
He would continually try to pull his tubes out when we were not there.
He was restrained with wrist restraints, and he had to have a corpsman by his bed
at all times.
The corpsmen were amazing, amazing people.
We tried to keep family around him as much as we could.
We played music, we took the DVDs of our life and brought them in on a DVD player
so he could hear his children's voices.
At one point in time two and a half weeks into Bob's coma,
it was time for my children to see their dad, and that was probably the most difficult thing
I have ever done, more difficult than walking into that room for the first time
because I can relate to Abbey too.
I didn't want any prep, I wasn't going to faint,
I understood their concern in Landstuhl when I got to Landstuhl,
but all I wanted to do was see my husband.
I wanted to lay eyes on him.
And if I could start with the fact that he was alive,
that would be enough for me at that moment in time.
I would take anything else as gravy.
And so, as I said, it was about two and a half weeks
and my daughter Katherine, who at the time was 12 years old
and is very close to her father, was the first one to come in.
And I think a big part of what has to happen in a hospital--
and I have to say at Bethesda Naval they were wonderful about this--is dignity.
I would always continually try to shut that curtain in the ICU.
I hated the fact that the family jewels were on display at all times
because no one can keep those gowns on in a brain injury.
They're constantly up around your neck.
I was continually shutting the curtain and asking the nurses to keep it closed.
One of the greatest acts of love and kindness from the nurses
was they figured out a way to cut boxers
so that Bob, despite all the tubes coming out of his front and back and his groin,
was able to have a modicum of dignity.
I loved them for that.
There is a little group in Ohio that our foundation just cut a $40,000 check to.
It's called Sew Much Comfort, S-E-W.
It's a bunch of self-proclaimed grannies who have figured out
how to take T-shirts and boxer shorts
and rip the seams and put Velcro in.
It started with cancer patients, but it's moved on to help the men and women
at Walter Reed and Bethesda.
There was a very high-ranking official who was at Bethesda
whose wife and I have spoken on numerous occasions,
and he's actually a doctor.
When she and I were talking, I'm sure like Sarah, like Abbey, like myself,
we have been so honored to serve as the person to talk to others
who are coming in the footsteps after us, to be able to provide counsel for those.
And so she and I, like many other wives, have had many conversations.
I said to her, "Here we are. We don't have young husbands."
"And here they are, displayed for the world in the ICU." This was very disturbing to me.
She said, "I'm so glad you said that."
"It's so hard to see my husband naked in front of all of the young nurses
"and the young doctors and the people that he used to command."
And I said, "Let me send you some T-shirts and shorts."
I got an email from her about two weeks later,
and she said, "The clothing arrived, and my husband is wearing it,
"and I can't thank you enough."
"You've given us both back a little bit of dignity in a place
"that is intent on stripping you of every ounce of it."
So it's those little things, it's those tiny acts of kindness
that one can offer that make such a difference along the journey.
When I brought my daughter into the room, I brought her around to Bob's good side,
and she bent down after she sucked in her breath and saw her father,
which was not a pretty sight, and she said, "Daddy, let's play the kissing game."
The kissing game was their game that they would play
because I stopped being able to do math homework in about third grade,
believe it or not--it's because I'm blonde, I think.
I would say, "Call your dad wherever he is, in Syria or Africa or Afghanistan."
She would call him with the beauty of satellite phones,
they would work out their math problem and they would kiss into the receiver.
And the first person to give up, to stop kissing, was the loser,
so of course he always let her win.
And so she bent down to his good cheek and began to kiss him.
This was about two and a half weeks into his coma.
About 20 seconds later, a tear came out of his good eye.
It was the first time that we thought, 'He's in there and he hears us somewhere,
"and maybe this will be okay, maybe he's going to pull through this."
I'll never forget what the nurse said to me. She said something I will always remember.
She said, "You know, it's that connection that a parent has to its child."
"It's the kisses and the midnight cuddles and the reading
"and the snuggles, and if someone is going to reach a person,
"it's going to be their child."
And I thought that was a really beautiful thing.
I also thought, "Okay, I've been here for two and a half weeks." [laughter]
"What am I? Sliced liver?"
We do kind of tease ourselves about that one. I give him a hard time.
It became really difficult to see my husband the way that he was.
I wanted intimacy, I wanted to be with him, I wanted him to kiss me,
I wanted him to wake up.
I didn't know whether he would remember how to do any of this,
and I remember distinctly toward the end I decided to ignore
the neuropsychologist's orders to stay away from him.
He had swung at a servicemember, and I'll never forget what the neuropsychologist said.
She said, "Well, at least he hasn't bitten someone."
And when I called in from the nursing home that I was touring up at Johns Hopkins,
my sister said, "He just bit someone."
I'm laughing now, but that was another serious low point
because that to me, as she said, was sort of a brain stem reaction.
That was just not good that he was getting more violent.
It was that night that I kicked off my shoes and I climbed in the tiny bed with him.
I wish I had known that there were double beds too
because that was pretty tough to do with bedrails and eight tubes.
I tried to move his tubes around so that I didn't lie on them.
I laid my arm carefully over his chest, and I nestled my head next to him,
balancing against the bedrail.
Wow. I haven't read this in so long.
I've been on the road for a year and a half telling this story,
and I think that when you tell your story over and over again,
I'm so amazed at Davey because I am burned out of telling my story,
and I'm going away for the summer to our wonderful place in the Adirondacks
where we all heal, and I'm going to recharge my battery
because it is so important to tell your story.
But every time I tell my story, I put myself right back in all that world of hurt.
I've decided that that's not always such a good thing.
And then I go home and I look at Bob and I think, "Oh, but you're better."
"You're good. We got through that."
"We still have our challenges, but look at you."
"You're walking and you're here."
And I think for everybody that tells their story--and Sarah, you're working so hard
and you're such an amazing woman, but I hope you get to take a break too
because it's been a long time that we've been telling our stories, isn't it?
I thought about Dr. M's words about agitation and physical violence,
and they rang in my head.
She had warned me not to get too close in case he became angry at me in his confusion.
But I saw no violence or malice in my husband's eyes,
just unending sadness and fear.
I loved him more than I could imagine.
"Damn the doctors and their predictions and cautions," I thought. I was unafraid.
This was my husband, and somewhere inside that broken head he knew me.
He loved me too.
But he was so scared and confused.
And for the next two hours I whispered to him softly,
pulling him back down every time he sat up.
He didn't say a word the entire time, and sometimes he would roll onto his stomach
and then get up on his knees, mumbling.
I snuggled him and I urged him to sleep, but his eyes kept opening with a startled look
as if he was terrified.
By 7:30 a.m. I was exhausted.
I had to get back to the kids.
Feeling defeated and low, I slipped out of Bob's room and back to the hotel,
wondering what would become of our small family.
One of the few moments alone together in those early days, I had a bizarre thought.
I thought about all the couples who had been in this situation--
the car accident, the war, the factory, the sudden fall off the roof,
the head injury skiing.
How many of those husbands had decided maybe they didn't really love their wives
long before the moment that changed them forever?
How many couples were simply going through the motions?
It occurred to me that while some of those wives might never envy me per se,
maybe some of them could have used a little brain injury
to jolt their husbands back to reality.
This is where the sense of humor comes in, guys.
Maybe there was a husband straying or one who was just a little too fond
of the Barcalounger and the remote control.
A little brush with death might help remind him exactly what they did mean to each other,
get those old priorities straightened out.
Tragedy had the potential for real opportunity in a foundering marriage.
But here was the baffling thing: I couldn't for the life of me figure out
why this had happened to me and Bob.
We had had our share of big bumps in the road,
but for the most part we were a couple who appreciated what we had.
I wondered many times what it would be like to sit out a lonely vigil
at your husband's bed, all the while infuriated over his transgressions
with the little trollop he had met at the office.
I was grateful to feel only love, the pure white heat of emotion
that cleanly burns out other feelings, be they anger, guilt or even rage.
I saw so many and have seen and met so many young wives
who I don't think are going to stick it out.
And I've talked to their mothers-in-law as they come to my talks.
They come to visit with me,
and the mothers of the brain injured sons say,
"She's got nothing that's keeping her here."
"There's no children, there's no intimacy,
"there's nothing that's keeping them together."
It's exactly what Abbey and BJ described.
She wants to go out to the bars. She's a young woman.
She doesn't want to throw away her life taking care of this person.
I had the benefit of a huge foundation of marriage.
I don't have time to go into it here, but Bob and I had done so many things together,
and we document them a bit in the book.
We had traveled, we had lived overseas, we had lived with absolutely nothing,
I had worked all my life and supported his desire to switch from being a lawyer
to a starving journalist.
We were a team.
And I worry so much for the marriages and the couples
who, like Abbey, are sort of told, "It'll come back,"
when especially at that vital point in your life and those early years of your marriage
where you just can't kind of wait to get that person home and take their clothes off,
what it must be like to turn to someone who has absolutely no ability
to give that back on the intimacy front.
I don't recall anybody addressing the issue of sexuality with us.
I do know that Bob was on and still is on anti-seizure medication.
His dosage has been lowered.
But I was told that in the early days, that would definitely put a damper on sexuality
Bob was on so many medications in the early days
that I realized that that was part of it.
I will tell a tale out of school, as long as nobody tells Bob.
I remember that we were home.
We must have been home from the inpatient.
He was still missing his skull, which would not be replaced until Memorial Day of that year,
so he was injured at the end of January, and he would have to wear a helmet
and live without a skull for that many months.
I loved him so much, and I missed him so much,
and I wanted so much to connect with him
in such a visceral way that I essentially jumped his bones,
to use a term that I would have used in the '70s when I was growing up.
He was still a frail person, but it was that lack of communication--
as much as Abbey and BJ say you have to talk about it,
sometimes I think you just have to do it.
And that's exactly what I did that night.
I took the bull by the horns, and I wanted to show Bob
how much I was still attracted to him and how much I missed him.
And I had to be careful and I worried about his head,
but I will tell you that it will probably in my dying days
when I think back on all the highlights of our marriage,
it'll probably be in my top 20, that moment.
Were we rolling around like Demi Moore and whomever in one of those movies?
No. We couldn't roll with that head.
But we found other ways to tell each other that we loved each other.
And I think that you can communicate and talk until you're blue in the face,
but I think sometimes it is just a hand laid on a chest
or it's just a look that you can give somebody.
There are so many wonderful nonverbal ways that after so many years of marriage
you can tell somebody you love them.
And certainly Bob and I talk and we communicate all the time,
but I think sometimes so much more is said without words than not.
And so I urge you when you're counseling your patients
or talking to people to channel both ways and talk about it both ways.
I will also share with you something else that I think is valuable.
I've had to do a lot of armchair psychology.
I tried to go to grief counseling which was suggested to me.
I guess complicated grief is what it's called.
And I hated it.
It was Thursday at 9:00. I had to go cry somewhere.
And maybe I had woken up on Thursday and I was having a good day.
And it was 9:00 and I had to go pay $120 and sit there and cry.
And my issues weren't that I'd married the wrong guy
or that my husband was a jerk; my issues were that my husband had been gravely injured
and I had no idea where this was going to end up
because this was the slowest, most incremental,
most torturous injury you could give somebody.
I finally just stopped seeing her I think after three times
and two boxes of Kleenex,
and I went to Bob's neuropsychologist who was at Mt. Sinai at the time and I said,
"Mary, I want to talk to you because I don't need all kinds of therapy
"about what's wrong with my marriage or how I was beaten as a child."
I said, "I need to know how Bob is doing."
And she said something that was a huge compliment to me.
She said, "I normally wouldn't counsel both a husband and wife,
"but you two seem so much in lockstep,
"and I can't see that you have any other issues,
"and he loves you and you love him, so I will talk to you separately."
And what she would do was one of the most valuable things
in this entire journey for me.
She was able to take a writing sample of Bob's from two weeks prior
and then a writing sample from that week
and say, "Lee, read these two."
And I could see this one's more cogent than this one.
And you'd have days in the roller coaster--I hated the roller coaster analogy.
I actually rewrote analogies for the docs at Bethesda
because I was so tired of, "It's a marathon, not a sprint,"
"It's a roller coaster." Come on, Sarah. What are some of the other ones?
I've forgotten. I've banished them from my brain. "The new normal."
But she actually was able to concretely show me how Bob was improving,
and that was one of the most valuable things as a counselor
that she could possibly give to me.
I knew it was slow and I knew it was painfully slow.
And we would play the limb or the brain game in Bethesda,
and that was, "Which would have been worse for Bob Woodruff,
"to have lost a limb or to have had a brain injury?"
And as active as he is, there wasn't one brother, one family member
who didn't say that a brain injury would possibly be the worst thing
that you could give somebody
and that there were so many times that I had wished
that someone had taken Bob's legs or taken his arms.
You can't wish that on somebody, and you can't know how somebody would turn out
if that had happened, but I am here to tell you that a brain injury is absolutely
the worst thing, I believe, that can happen to a loved one
because you're taking that person, you're taking that thing
that you've fallen in love with, that spirit, away
and you're immutably changing it in a way that you can't possibly know
the outcome of for years.
That is a form of torture.
Okay, so no one's going to tell Bob that I did that making love story, right?
I'll be in big trouble when I get back.
All right, Chris, I'm going to wrap this up in a second so people can ask questions
because that's always the most valuable part.
I will say this: I did a lot of research once Bob was awake and healing,
and I did a lot of reading.
I read everything I could get my hands on.
I don't think anybody really knows the divorce rate for a brain injury,
but I know it's much higher.
And lately I've read statistics that are it's close to 80 percent.
And I would have to believe that that is right.
Again, Bob and I were spared.
Bob's issues are aphasia, definitely some short-term memory issues and fatigue.
Beyond that, he's essentially the same person.
His personality is the same, his intimacy is the same,
whether or not we're able to get anything done at 10:00 at night.
His sense of humor is the same.
His cognition has absolutely been affected, but that's all coming back.
He reads much slower than he used to.
Interestingly enough, when he woke up--and I'm skipping over that part
but then you'll just have to read the book--
he was speaking Spanish and French
because languages that you learn apparently after the age of 6
are housed in a different part of your brain.
And so those languages were not as damaged,
and Bob's was a left temporal lobe injury, a very specific injury.
It was not a penetrating brain injury,
but of course he had all the concussive effects of a brain injury.
I've talked to many wives about this issue.
And Bob would tell you that one of his residual issues
is he's probably quicker to anger than he was before.
He always got angry before--and sometimes more depression than before.
He always got depressed before, one or two days.
He would just call them his blue period.
I called it male PMS.
And he still has that, and I think it's about in the same proportion.
He would have a trigger point when he got angry about something
that isn't vastly different than it is now, but it's a little bit different. It is different.
And we just yesterday were arguing about something.
I wanted him to do something, and he told me how busy he was,
which is really not something you say to a mother of four
who has a career and has been on the road for a year and a half [laughter]
raising money for the wounded soldiers.
And so it ballooned into a really great fight,
which I believe all couples need to have every now and then.
I called him back later and he said, "I'm sorry. It's just me. I'm different."
"These are my issues now, and I need to deal with them."
And I said, "You know what I need you to do?"
"I need you to deal with them with somebody else."
And he said, "Lee, I don't think I understand what you've been through."
"I can't possibly understand what you've been through in the last two years."
And I said, "You can't, and what you don't understand is the level of PTSD that I have
"because any time you start to get a little bit angry,
"I hear that neuropsychologist in my head saying, 'He's going to hit you,
"'he'll do this, he could be angry, he'll be depressed,'
"and I see that person lying on the bed with a head swollen out of his skull,
"with the eye swollen shut who I was sure was deaf and blind
"and I see the person who was so broken who they told me
"would probably never work again."
"And so the minute you get a little bit angry, my mind goes, 'Oh, God.'"
"'Okay, how are we going to do this? How are we going to control this?'"
I said, "So you can no longer lay that stuff with me."
"We used to be able to do that."
"We used to be able to lie there in bed and talk about everything."
"And we can still talk about 99 percent of it, but that 1 percent of it--
"your fears, your worries, the places where you feel inadequate--
"I don't think I can hear that anymore."
"You're going to need to go back to Mary and set up some regular appointments with her
"and put all that stuff with her."
"You're going to need to go back to your therapist."
And he thought I was talking about cognitive stuff.
He said, "No, you're really the best therapist for that stuff."
"You're a great writer, and if I'm giving a speech, I give it to you
"and you make the sentences better, which is always what we've done in our marriage."
I said, "I'm not talking about the writing exercises and the cognitive stuff."
"I'm talking about your emotions because in order for me to heal,
"for us to heal as a couple, for me to find you sexy,
"for me to want you and for me to respect you,
"I need to still be able to see you as that person that I so respect
"for who you are, as that person that's in control, that's strong,
"that's male, that's virile, that's all those things
"that those pheromones that we're laced with attract us toward."
"And if you're scared, I don't think I can hear that anymore."
This is a revelation I just had about two days ago,
and this is a revelation I pass to you because that may not be the message
that you're giving couples in therapy.
And maybe the wife who was in such lockstep with her husband
felt like they can always try to work everything out.
But I'm here to say that somewhere in there, that wife is going to drown
and somewhere in there, that wife may lose love for that husband
if she continues to be the nursemaid and continues to be the catchall
and the repository for every single emotion.
You can't unvalidate--is that a word?
You can't discount the caregiver's PTSD.
We wives have seen it all at a time when they were incapacitated,
knocked out, in a coma.
They will never understand what the families go through.
And thank God because I used to say to myself,
"If Bob could see us now, if he could see what he's done to this little family,
"he would feel like killing himself."
I don't ever want Bob to know exactly how black it was.
No one ever needs to go back to that place.
But I can no longer be the therapist that I was before his injury.
And so I urge you to urge patients that long after the healing is done,
long after the outpatient therapy is over,
that person still needs to be able to put those fears and their worries
and their weaknesses--an extra layer of it, at least--
in some professional hands.
Well, what do we need?
We need to be able to talk about these issues,
and this conference is a wonderful step for this.
We need a strong collaboration of public and private.
Bob and I are truly advocating for that through our foundation.
We firmly, firmly believe that families heal together,
that as wonderful as the VA is, it's not always the answer for brain injuries
because brain injuries are long-term heals.
And if my husband is sent to Richmond and I live in Iowa
and I work at Walmart and have three children,
why should I be forced to make that choice to go by his bedside
and be his cheerleader or to leave my children with whom and quit my job?
Every single wife I met at NNMC had to leave their job.
I think there was only one or two wives or mothers
whose jobs were able to give them leave because of course this turns into
a long, longer than two week--
It's like Abbey saying, "Oh, pack some warm things. You're coming for a week."
It's not a week with a brain injury. It's years or it's a lifetime.
Those families need to be given access to private facilities
so that the mothers can do what I did, which was drive every day to Mt. Sinai
with my children sometimes, not at other times,
spend the night next to him in a cot that they wheeled up next to his hospital bed,
and fall asleep holding his hand.
You can't heal without love, you can't heal without touch,
you can't heal without family, and woe to the 19-, 20-, 21-year-old servicemembers
that I saw in Bethesda without family members that were able to come.
What happens to them on the journey of rehab?
What happens to them when they get to the VA?
Who's holding their hand at night?
Who's horse whispering in their ear, "I love you. I'll never leave you."
"You're safe with me."
That was my mantra.
We need to give these servicemembers everything
because they have given to us.
There's that wonderful inscription in Iwo Jima:
"They gave of themselves today so that you could have your tomorrows."
That is never more relevant than in the case of a brain injury.
I'm going to end with my story of healing,
which is my story of my daughter Nora who is eight now. She's a twin.
She's the runt of the litter.
She's hearing impaired, and she wears hearing aids,
and she's the sweetest little person in the world.
It was a year after Bob's injury, and I knew that on the news that night
there was going to be a story about how it had been a year
since Bob Woodruff was injured.
I told the older children because I knew that they might hear about it in school
or see it, but I chose not to tell the twins, who were 6 at the time.
Little kids have ears, and so somewhere along the line
they must have heard me on the phone with somebody. And it was a sad day.
I believe the body has a memory, a physical memory.
It was the day he had been injured, and I just woke up feeling lousy.
And I really wasn't talking on the phone. I didn't want to talk to anybody.
I was going to just sort of take care of myself that day.
And it had been a long day. I can't remember where Bob was, but he wasn't there.
I was tucking them in, and little Nora began to cry, and I said, "Nora, what's wrong?"
And she said, "I'm just so sad about Daddy."
And I said, "Well, why are you sad? Dad's doing great."
And she said, "Well, he used to have a perfect body
"and now he has scars all over his back."
He took a bunch of rocks that shattered his scapula.
"And his face has all this red stuff on the side and all these scars,
"and now his hair sticks straight up and now his head is kind of an oval."
And I thought, "I thought they did a really good reconstruction job on his skull."
And she said, "And he doesn't always have all the words."
And I said, "Nora, he's getting all the words."
"He's getting better every day."
"You can watch the words come back, and this is going to keep going in this direction."
And she looked up at me the way little kids do with just their whole black and white outlook
and she said, "But Mommy, I think this Daddy loves me even more."
And so if that's the takeaway, families heal, families are resilient,
but families need to heal together.
Families need to talk about it. There needs to be candor.
If humor is your thing, use it. It's an incredible tool.
If I didn't laugh, I would be crying.
And you know what? Miracles do happen.
People heal in amazing ways. Look at Abbey and BJ.
What an amazing couple.
I met a young man at BMC Intrepid Center for Fallen Heroes, Aaron Mankin.
I don't know if you guys know Aaron. Amazing guy.
I was down there visiting the center and got a chance to see Merlin German,
who came to a fundraiser that we had last year.
Merlin passed away a couple of weeks ago.
He was a miracle that he survived that long after his burns.
But Aaron touched my heart.
Bob had done a story on Aaron. He had just gotten a new nose.
Aaron has endured I don't know how many surgeries,
and Aaron is one of the brightest and happiest people I have ever met
who has come out of this war.
He pulled out of his pocket with his hands that have definitely undergone changes
with the burns his wallet to show me his most beautiful daughter--
I want to say Tiffany, and I'm not sure that's the right name now--
and he looked at me with a big smile and he said,
"We've got another one coming in three months."
And I thought, "Aaron, if anybody needs to worry about intimacy after an injury like this,
"all they need to do is look at you because you are the picture of resilience
"after war and after a horrible, horrible disfiguration."
I guess in a way it's like being married to Bob,
who I know is a handsome man, and I have many women tell me that,
but after 20 years you stop seeing that.
What you see and what you love is the person inside.
And when you spend five minutes with Aaron, you don't see those scars and burns anymore;
you see the spirit inside.
And so thank you for listening today.
I want to leave plenty of time for questions.
I hope that I've shared some nuggets of wisdom.
I kind of strayed off the points that you wanted me to talk about, Chris,
but I gave you some new ones which are off the record, correct? [laughter]
Okay, nothing is off limits.
[male speaker] I'm just curious as to how the experience
of writing about traumatic brain injuries came together.
I think the writing of the book was incredibly cathartic.
It was part of my therapy. I have always been a writer.
I've always written when things got tough.
Many of the passages in that book had been written far earlier.
When we were in China together as a young couple, that was written back then.
When Nora's deafness was discovered, that was written back then.
So the book was kind of--we could cut and paste the back parts of our life.
I began to keep a journal in the hospital
because I prayed that Bob would wake up
and when he woke up he would as a journalist want to know everything that happened.
And for any of you that have spent any time in an ICU,
you know it goes 9,900 miles an hour, and I knew I would remember nothing.
So I began at first to do it for him, and then I realized I was doing it for me
to make sense of my day, to find some order.
I wrote dialogue down, I wrote humorous things down,
we looked for signs in everything.
There was a white deer at the Chinese embassy.
That was a good sign that Bob would heal.
My wedding ring cracked. That was a bad sign. What did that mean?
I just kept track of it all, and I think for me it was the only place in my day
that I had any control.
It was Dr. Armonda who said to me in the hall of the ICU one day,
he said, "Lee, I understand you're a writer."
"Somebody needs to write a book about this because there are thousands
"of these young men and women cycling through the halls here in Walter Reed,
"and nobody in America has any idea."
And I took that to heart. I thought about that.
And I tell Dr. Armonda he's the main reason.
Bob and I didn't need to write a book for us.
We didn't need to tell our life story.
What we kept hearing from people is, "Nobody even knows what TBI means,
"and nobody understands that it's out there."
So that was an honor. That has been an honor to speak for the servicemembers.
[female speaker] Thank you so much for telling the story. Thank you so much.
[Woodruff] You just like the sex part. [laughter]
[female speaker] Yeah, I do. [laughter] I'm sitting next to a sex therapist over here.
[Woodruff] We'll talk privately. >>[female speaker] I'm between two sex therapists.
You used a very powerful term, warrior wives.
Have you met warrior husbands along the way?
[Woodruff] Much fewer.
I have to say that my experiences have mostly been with wives.
I don't know what the statistics are on men injured versus women.
I know it's dramatically skewed toward men.
But the people that happened to be in NNMC while I was there
or at BMC when I was visiting there or the VA hospitals that I visited,
they all have been, for whatever reason, injured men.
Bob has met husbands who are the caregivers.
I've met caregiving husbands in other walks of life with brain injuries
outside of the war.
But when I say warrior wives, I'm not using it in the military sense;
I'm using it in the advocate sense,
that you have got to go to battle, you've got to question everything,
you've got to be the person who's saying, "Really? Does he really get that medication
"because the shift just changed, and is this the right thing?"
It's an exhausting and mind-numbing job, but it's one done out of love. You know that.
I'm not telling you what you don't know.
[female speaker] There's lots of information coming out right now
about wounded female veterans, particularly as they're returning to their parenting roles.
But they're often returning alone, so I'm looking for stories about warrior husbands
or warrior men. I'd love to hear them.
Those are noble stories because I've often said that men aren't--
and this is not a knock against men, but men aren't socialized to be caregivers
the way women are.
And as I watched a good friend of ours wife who just died
from a very rare form of cancer and I watched her husband become the caregiver
and take this really noble mantle on to do this,
I saw the awkwardness with which he first undertook this role.
"Is it okay to leave my job at 3:00 and go home and see her and relieve the nurse?"
And I think it's not something our society has typically cast men in
and yet they rise to the occasion as beautifully as women do.
They need more support.
[male speaker] Lee, thank you for a wonderful keynote address.
Now I definitely see why you were asked to be the keynote speaker.
In my program, your book is going to be required reading
for all of the families because I think it really will mean a lot to them
because you've been there and done it.
And I don't think any of us think that there's anybody else
who ought to play you in a movie.
We won't need Angelina Jolie. It'll be Lee. >>[Woodruff] Wow!
But I think you should tell them what Bob's first words were to you when he woke up.
[Woodruff chuckles] I sort of skipped over this part,
but he woke up very dramatically in a nontypical fashion for this kind of an injury.
He just was wide awake.
On the lowest moment of my journey, on the 36th day
when I was realizing I didn't like the facility in Johns Hopkins
only because the proximity wasn't going to work for us,
my family was falling apart, we needed to be together,
I needed to find a place in New York so that we could see him
and I could be with the children,
I walked in that day after having said a prayer that night to God
to pray that Bob would wake up and to Bob, which essentially was,
"Honey, there's nothing more I can do for you. You are out of the acute phase."
"You have to do this. Our family is falling apart."
And he was wide awake. He had been awake since 3:30.
The corpsman said, "I think he's speaking Chinese and French
"and I think he's doing a broadcast because he keeps saying,
"'Bob Woodruff, ABC News'" [laughter] which I would really like to have a tape of.
I walked in the door with my jaw dropping, and he just looked at me and said,
"Sweetie, where have you been?" [laughter] just like I had gone out for coffee.
There's so many moments of humor and, bear with me, I'll just tell you two of the funny stories.
It was interesting and painful to hear Dave talk about the mirror
because I remember the first time that we gave Bob the mirror.
He found it under the hospital table. We had tried to hide it.
He had sort of felt around at his head, but to look in the mirror
and see all the shrapnel on his face and to see that he was missing part of his head
and to try to explain that to someone who is awake on day two
of a traumatic brain injury was a really, really difficult thing.
We had been told, "Don't give him all the information."
"He will freak out and all these things will happen."
We got some really kind of funny information
is that we were not allowed to refer to it as a helmet
because that might evoke images of war, so we all had to call it a hat.
And so we would all say, "Okay, you need to put your hat on now."
And he'd look and he'd go, "That's not a hat."
But he couldn't come up with the word helmet because of his aphasia. [laughter]
The story I'll tell you is that he was starving when he woke up,
as I'm sure any of you who have been there can--
that gross brown liquid dripping into your stomach.
He passed all the swallow tests with flying colors.
I don't understand why, but this rock that truly was the size of a marble
passed across all of that valuable real estate--vocal cords,
trachea, esophagus--without damaging anything.
The damage that it did was in his teeth, which he is still suffering from,
but I'm like, "Your teeth? Forget it. I don't even want to hear you complaining."
"You don't even know what we went through."
He woke up and he wanted something to eat and he said,
"I want one of those [imitates chewing sound]."
And so we said, "Sandwich." He said, "No. No, no, no."
I gave him a piece of paper to draw it,
and it was a horrible drawing. It looked like a hamburger.
I said, "Hamburger?" He said, "No."
And I said, "Okay, well, what is it?"
And he went [imitates chicken clucking].
And I go, "Chicken! You want a chicken sandwich." He goes, "No."
And he goes [imitates popping sound].
I go, "Egg! You want an egg and bacon sandwich." He said, "Yes! Yes!"
So this was how he communicated for the first little while.
[applause] I've got a lot of those stories.