When you multiply a number by itself, the result is “squared.” So what happens when you multiply an existing disability with an additional illness or injury? Well, it’s not a simple equation — and often there are exponential results. “It scares the hell out of me! I’ve spent 48 years in a wheelchair, but dealing […]
It was beyond my capacity to imagine that, 13 weeks after my spinal cord injury, the day before I came home from rehab, my father would take his own life.
A recent episode of Push Girls exemplified one of the most frustrating things that can happen when you have a disability – when your parents take it harder than you do. While we may be able to move on after a couple of years, parents often times cannot. Maybe it’s harder to accept from the […]
It ain’t easy looking at yourself in the mirror and loving everything you see. “Hey, I look great!” isn’t usually what comes to mind. And when you have a disability, all the stupid baggage that can come with this label (you know what I’m talking about – feelings of shame, worthlessness, embarrassment) is just so….hard. […]
When AB people talk about being stressed, it takes all the mite I can muster to not laugh in their faces. They may know stress, but they don’t know real stress until they’ve lived a life of a quadriplegic. When you’re dependent on a powerchair for your legs, caregivers to get you out of bed […]
For the past few months I’ve been chronicling my battle with severe infection that eventually led to amputation, but contrary to what I wrote last month, my left leg, Lenny, is not gone forever. Only below the knee. In a moment of self-pity, I exaggerated my loss. In truth, I still have Mini-Lenny to care […]
By the time you read this, Lenny will have been gone about three weeks. I’ve known Lenny all my life, but I was a freshman in high school before I learned his name. At the time I was playing varsity baseball. A good friend of mine, Hulsekin, a superior player in his own right, called […]
In my May column, I disclosed that a virulent infection from a pressure sore on my ankle threatened my life. In June I wrote of the underlying cause — peripheral artery disease. Now I’m going to document the medical response. The infection knocked me flat. A day later, when a doctor did not return my […]
This is my first big trip since I became paralyzed. My biggest worry is getting a case of Montezuma’s revenge — especially as a para. With no sensation, if I get the runs, I won’t know it until it’s too late.
When medical complications intrude, we feel an oppressive weight on our bodies and minds. The thought of having to spend time down in bed can drain our hope. But there are things we can do to stay positive.