November 2010
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Goodbye Liz ( or in and out of my life go the...
I don’t often write about life in a wheelchair. Number one… this chair doesn’t define me. Number two… and probably more strangely, I’m at a point where I’m really not all that bothered by it. Would I do almost anything to get out of it and have a whole functioning body again? Holy crap yes! But does it make me have a little sad panda face every morning? Not a chance.
But...