Over the past two years, the essential relationship between my Mom and I has changed. Throughout my high school years, I was about as independent as a teenager could be. I relished the process of making my own decisions, driving myself to school and work, and working toward my goals. I was depending less and less on my parents to operate my day to day life. I was becoming the captain of my own ship.
Today, December 21st, is the first day of Winter, the day with the least amount of sunshine. You have probably noticed the shorter days and the sun setting a little earlier each day as fall progressed.
In recognition of Spinal Cord Injury Awareness Month, I would like to share what "Redefining Possible" has meant to me. My spinal cord injury is so much more than being in a chair. Although there is much pain, fear and loss it has taught me to triumph in the face of tragedy.
One of my lasting memories from the Cottage PICU was the outpouring of concern I felt from my friends and family. I was the subject of many prayers throughout those early days. Pastor Alan, from our church, came every day and prayed over me and my family.
I often struggle with the idea of why this happened to me when my sickness has no known explanation. When I ponder the whys and the hows, it creates anger and frustration rather than anything constructive or useful.
This was our first real adventure outside of county lines, and although there were some nervous jitters, the excitement outweighed it all. However, being frequent Disney goers, I was depressed I wouldn't be able to enjoy it the way I used to.
In the fall of 2014 I was what you'd consider a normal high school Senior. Most of my time was spent working on college applications, preparing for music school auditions and attending dance rehearsal.