I didn’t have a job, couldn’t stand or sit up very long for half of the year, so that was out. Very few people came to visit, so I spent a lot of time with my family, my boyfriend at the time, and myself. Mid- year, I purchased a Pontiac Sunfire with the money I received from the insurance company and went back to school. In the Fall I moved out of my mother’s home and into my first apartment in St. Joseph, MO, not too far from school. I used a cane for a while, but it became unwieldy (not to mention ugly ), and I eventually chose to hobble rather than trip people up with my implement of mobility.
By Christmas, I could walk pretty well and my hand had begun to work again. By the time I turned 20, most people didn’t realize there had ever been anything wrong with me.
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