Kelly Doyle is a veteran Bay Area dog walker (Tails to Trails) who had to stop working due to a traumatic brain injury suffered in a car accident when she was blindsided by a speeding car. Kelly’s original injury was misdiagnosed; she never received proper treatment, and was sent back to work walking dogs with a brain injury-a medical decision that would forever change her life. Her symptoms worsened over time until she was unable to work or do even basic daily tasks such as cooking her own meals due to severe cognitive impairment. In January, 2017, Kelly was forced to give up her dog walking business of 16 years. This was incredibly difficult for her because of her devotion to her clients and the dogs in her care.
Treatment and Recovery
Kelly has finally received a proper diagnosis and is on track with a treatment plan! While she is fortunate to have health insurance to cover her doctor's visits and prescription medications, many elements of her treatment plan are not covered by insurance. Kelly must severely limit her daily activities to prevent injury flare-ups and ensure proper recovery. Her recovery time was determined to be over a year but she is hoping to get back on her feet and return to work sooner. Your support will allow Kelly to alleviate some of her financial burden so she can focus 100% of her energy towards healing.
Kelly is one of the most selfless and joyful people I have ever had the fortune to know. In the time that I’ve known her, she has never once complained about her condition. In fact, she always seems to be the one to lift others’ spirits with a joke, a hilarious story, or a quirky observation. Kelly is the kind of person who will drop everything without hesitation to help someone in need, (I know, because she has done it for me!). Now it’s time for us to step up for Kelly, and show her how much we love and support her. Please give what you can to help support Kelly, and share with others. Thank you!
Here are some words from Kelly about how her injury has restored her faith in humans:
The absolute lowest point in my life has also been the highest point in my life. In my darkest hour people showed up without me even asking. I learned at a young age that people can't be trusted, people can't be relied on, and to trust and rely will only result in pain. I unconsciously shut people out but a very select few, constructed a world where I needed no one. But this head injury experience has shattered these beliefs. I had to let my guard down for my very survival-I was brought down to my knees. But in the process I emerged from the wreckage a new soul, a new being.
In my darkest days emerged the brightest light which has forever changed me. The road to recovery may be long and I may never recover completely, but I have gained a trust in humans like never before. And that, my friends, is what I call a silver lining. May we all be so blessed as to recognize the light in our darkest hours. For it is there for all who are willing to see.