I will never forget the look on your face when you walked into the hospital – the day you saw your only daughter lying there – completely incapacitated. You tried to be brave. I saw you bite your lip.
Few people can say that they were given a second chance at life
Insomnia, it’s been said, is the triumph of the mind over the mattress. I’m competitive by nature. So, I’m fighting to regain control.
Eyes closed, I see myself standing alone in a glass cubicle. The water, a little hotter than necessary, is cascading over my head and down the natural curves of my body.
My heart pounded because I knew, deep down, that she was there to stay, for a while at least, until she had her way and got what she came for, whether I liked it or not.
I wondered silently if I could still drive, had I been able to, not doubting the answer for one second. I reasoned that driving must be much like riding a bicycle – once you’ve learned how to do it – you never forget it. Right?
She may be a quadriplegic, but Tracy Todd CAN write.
After months of haggling, supported by my supplier, Mobility One, the RAF finally agreed that I qualified for a new wheelchair. The large shortfall was covered by a rather special Earth Angel.
Tracy’s blog is a place where this quadriplegic shares her life of immobility, honestly and openly, touching hearts with her direct and humorous approach, enabling people to look at life with a renewed appreciation.