Having been on disability for a little over a year now…and slowly shuffling with a cane, conjures up the image of a fragile, helpless being in the eyes of others. And with that…..PFFOOT—TOOY! I spit in the face of the thought. (That is, if I could spit. As a kid, I envied …
This column was written in what is called “stream of consciousness”—no particular pattern, just random thoughts bouncing around in my big, empty head. For years as my multiple sclerosis continued to progress, I was told I should think about disability. But I didn’t listen. Stubborn as a mule I guess (and breath just as bad). …
