After just getting off the phone from talking to our team doctor I'm sitting here wondering about my chances of competing at the FIS freestyle ski World Championships. I'm flying to Japan tomorrow hoping my symptoms don't get any worse from the flight and praying that they are gone by training day.

I am an aerialist on the Canadian freestyle ski team. I've been to two Olympics, racked up 18 World Cup medals and two World Championship medals.

After the Olympics in Torino our team hired a new coach, Daniel Murphy, who I feel so lucky to work with. Murph made me a four year plan - which I can tell you all about in another blog if you're interested - and 18 months away from the Olympics things were right on track.

Coming into this season I was stronger than ever mentally, technically and physically. I couldn't wait to show the world what I was capable of.

I started out strong with a third place finish in the first World Cup of the year and a fifth place finish in the next event. I knew it would only get better as the season went on. I couldn't wait to continue.

Then in early January I suffered a concussion. Week to week dragging headaches kept me sidelined from training. I would lay in bed resting my brain, just hoping it would get better by competition day so I could go out and wing it in the event. Not the ideal situation when the goal is to win medals at an elite level.

By skipping one event completely and not jumping at my best I somehow still managed to make the finals every time and still finish seventh in the World Cup overall standings. Just imagine what I could have done had I trained even a day or two before each event.

I'm disappointed that the last month and a half went by in a fog, but it's not over yet. When I arrive in Japan for the World Championship, the last event of the year, I hope to be symptom free.

I expect to be feeling great by training day but have to be realistic; I've lived this life of sport too long. I know there is a 50% chance I won't even be well enough for the doctors to clear me by competition day.

I need to say goodbye for now because staring at the screen, writing this blog, has made my head hurt more. I need to rest up to go ski off a 2.5m tall ramp of snow in a few days.

Regardless of the outcome or the strange disappointment my season appears to be, my spirits are high. I am proud to have kept up as well as I did and am so excited for the next time I get to jump

P.S. I got a new helmet