I know, I know. Been a while since my last post. Oops. Life got in the way for a minute there. I'm still here, though! Promise. I just got word that I surpassed one hundred followers on this blog! Wow, everyone. Thank you so much! Thought I'd write a little something to express my gratitude.… Continue reading One Hundred And One
Tag: medicine
When You’re Finally Free
As it is now March and officially Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month, I thought I'd write another post discussing it and how my feelings have changed from last year's CP Awareness Month post. There, I discussed feelings of self-love and that message is more or less the same. I am still in a place where I… Continue reading When You’re Finally Free
My Adventure in St. Louis: Part II
Valentine's Day. The big surgery day had finally arrived after months and months of anticipation. I woke up early, ignored signs of hunger and thirst as I couldn't eat or drink before the procedure, washed up, got dressed in comfy clothes and fuzzy socks with sneakers, and headed to the hospital. As I said in… Continue reading My Adventure in St. Louis: Part II
Owning My Story: Past, Present, and Future
I've said before that I've been a product of the medical system my entire life. My circumstances required serious medical intervention since the very beginning. Nowadays, I'm what providers may call "otherwise healthy," if looking beyond the scope of my disability. In other words, the presence of the medical system in my current daily life… Continue reading Owning My Story: Past, Present, and Future
Going Beyond
Source: Nick's Crusade Way back in 2010, I decided to do the AIDS walk with my high school classmates. I ended up walking six miles, and felt proud of that. Later, though, when I got home and all the activity had ended, I was incredibly sore and my legs ached all over. A few days… Continue reading Going Beyond
Quiet Reminders and Meeting Dr. X
It was a muggy August day when I met Dr. X. Apparently called the "Grandfather of CP," Dr. X was tall, narrow and wore thin rimmed glasses. Uncharacteristically, I was apprehensive and nervous for and at the visit, being so accustomed to the surgeon I've been following my whole life. But, since he's leaving, I… Continue reading Quiet Reminders and Meeting Dr. X
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
The Spastic Diplege 