This picture was taken in November 2011, two and a half months post-op from my fourth orthopedic surgery. I was 17. I captioned the photograph, "No hands," and posted it to Facebook. The photograph's reappearance in my Facebook "memories," recently got me thinking about my progress since this photo was taken. At the time, I… Continue reading The Beauty of Progress
Category: Back in Time
Five Portraits of my Physical Therapists
Living with cerebral palsy meant physical therapy was absolutely necessary as a course of treatment to ease my spastic muscles and strengthen my weak legs. It was non-negotiable, injected into my narrative at a very young age, and has since remained to this day. I've had many different types of physical therapists throughout the years.… Continue reading Five Portraits of my Physical Therapists
Flashback Four Years….
2011 My original plan was to post a blog entry every day of the recovery, but considering on this Monday I was so high on morphine I didn’t know my right hand from my left; I had zero recollection after the nurses told me they would hold my hand until I went under the anesthesia;… Continue reading Flashback Four Years….
The Diary of a Hero’s Admirer
I'm not sure what did it. But when he walked into a room, he owned the room. When he spoke, everyone quieted down. Maybe it was the way he carried himself. A clean pressed gray or blue suit with a silver pen clipped to the breast pocket. Every morning, he walked into an arena. He… Continue reading The Diary of a Hero’s Admirer
Getting my MD
So maybe my view of medicine is pretty idealistic, seeing as I've been a patient since the moment I was born. Medicine saved my life, that's pretty clear. Instead of associating doctors and white coats with pain, I always associated doctors and white coats with feeling better. A lot of people have asked me, if… Continue reading Getting my MD
A Welcome from The Spastic Diplege
"Nobody knows anything about blogging. They just make it up." This is me. I am a writer, but I've never blogged before....mostly because I thought what I had to say wasn't important enough to go on the internet, or interesting enough for people to read, or blah, blah, insecurities, period. When I excitedly told my… Continue reading A Welcome from The Spastic Diplege
The Spastic Diplege 