A future I refused to accept
I was born in 1969 and grew up with spinal issues that were not fully picked up when I was young. As I got older, my spine degenerated far faster than it should have. In my late twenties, I was already struggling badly and walking with a cane. After an MRI, a neurosurgeon told me I would be in a wheelchair by the age of 38. I left that office gutted, but once my head cleared, my answer was simple: no. I was not willing to accept that as my future.