Benefield: Santa Rosa's Andre Kajlich embarking on an expedition of endurance
To understand Andre Kajlich’s ”LowestHighest” project - in which he and a team of endurance athletes will bike and climb from the lowest point in South America to the highest, all under their own power - it makes sense to understand Kajlich’s own lowest moment. Except that he can’t remember it. What he does remember is waking up from a three-week coma in a hospital in Prague without both of his legs. He was 24.
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HE WAS a college student studying ?in Prague back in 2003. He’d been out all night drinking with friends. They stopped for breakfast. All of that he remembers.
“Probably around 7:30 a.m. I finally said goodbye to my last friend,” he said. “I had fallen asleep on the subway, missed a stop, got off to go the other way and ended up on the tracks.”
Was he mugged? Or pushed? Did he pass out? Kajlich doesn’t know but doesn’t assign blame to anyone but himself.
“I don’t think there is any other explanation than me being out of it,” he said.
He lost one leg at the hip, so he no longer had a femur. His other leg ends before the knee. He had broken ribs, a punctured lung, a compound fracture to the point of almost losing his left arm and he cracked almost every tooth in his mouth.
Infections - from the gasoline, grease and grime of the subterranean tracks - were a massive challenge for the doctors. Forty units of blood were pumped into him.
After three weeks, doctors took him out of his coma, and Kajlich said he was told “as gently as you can be told what happened.”
He spent two months in intensive care in Prague before he was flown back to Harborview Medical Center in Seattle near his family’s home in Edmonds.
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THERE HAD been earlier signs. As a freshman at Washington State University, Kajlich drank until he couldn’t stand. When his friends carried him home, he hit his head on the fire escape and had to be taken to the hospital, where it was discovered his blood alcohol level was .465. The gash on his head was a flesh wound - the amount of alcohol coursing through his body could have killed him.
“My parents yanked me out” of college, Kajlich said. “It was definitely a foreshadowing.”
He wandered a while. He enrolled at community college. A natural athlete, he became a “damn near” scratch golfer. But as his high school friends started to graduate from college and he still didn’t have a degree, he decided to go back. But he wanted to study in the former Czechoslovakia, the country his father had fled decades earlier because of political oppression.
He had only been there a few months when the accident happened in December. His mom, Patti, who lives in Edmonds, called her son a “man interrupted” when the accident struck.
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HIS FAMILY immediately rallied for him. Kajlich is the middle child of Patti and Aurel Jan, an anesthesiologist who died in 2010.
Patti Kajlich remembers family friends taking Andre duck hunting in those early days. It was an opportunity to be physical, to assert some independence.
But as the other hunters waited outside on the driveway in the early morning hours, Patti Kajlich remembers her son seeming kind of frantic as he packed up things at the last minute. He slipped and fell in the laundry room. He couldn’t find his guns.
Then Patti Kajlich remembered.
“I had hidden them,” she said. “I didn’t know his frame of mind.”
Patti Kajlich learned later, reading an interview Andre had given, that her son spent that first night of the hunting trip breaking down a little bit.
“He said he cried hard on his own that night,” she said. “He said he was remembering how excited he was to go to London and the Czech Republic and how different it was from the flight home. But even when he was on the stretcher, he said the sun hit his face and how good it felt.”
Kajlich’s physical recovery, as well as his ability to find those bits of sun and to adjust to a new way of operating, was remarkable. He got prosthetic legs in September. That fall he went to a Seattle Seahawks game. He was offered a lift from the parking lot but declined. He’d walk, thank you.
“It was a long, sweaty mess of a trip,” he said of his slog to his seat, but he made it.
He was swimming almost immediately upon returning home. A car, modified so he could operate it with just his hands, was donated to him.
Patti Kajlich struggled with her role as a mom during this period when her son needed her help but also needed to assert his independence. She said she did not want to be a “mollycoddler” but was scared silly when, a day after he got the car, she looked out on the driveway and saw Andre’s wheelchair sitting there but not the car.
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