Mile Marker 6500:
After all these miles, there are still days when I cry in my car. Or curse. (It's true. Sorry mom.)
Today is one of those days.
My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.
On that day, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck drove into a Philadelphia bike lane. I was in that bike lane.
A team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg above the knee. The accident changed my body and health forever.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
These words started me on my journey to walk again. Over time, they became a way of life.
I am a person with ability and disability. I travel in the space between. These are my postcards.
Monday, July 23, 2018
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Cucumbers & Ranch
Labels:
adaptation,
food,
foster mom,
happiness,
independence,
loss,
Philly
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