As Told From The Wheelchair: "A Fight To Survive"

The Beginning Years of Hell

    Chapter One

The Beginning Years Of Hell

When my parents were told I was going to be born with Spina Bifida, lots of horrible thoughts ran through their minds like a group of people running from a shark in the Gulf Of Mexico.

I would never walk, never talk, never reach a milestone or be a productive member of society.

"DOCTORS ARE SUCH LIARS, I'm functioning well enough to type the idea for this damn book aren't I? O.K. white coated nut job, go make yourself useful and fetch me a Mountain Dew and stop feeding my parents partial nonsense that would not make sense in a few years"

Everything seemed to be going as smoothly in our house as silk, until I required a wheelchair at the age of 3.

So at that time, my father, having worked as a contractor/roofer all of his adult life was tasked with making our home as accessible as possible, requiring him to build a ramp and finding a room big enough to house my possible bulk of medical supplies I would be requiring for the rest of my life.

The journey started in February, the winter of 1994

February 1994, my mom was 6 months pregnant with a baby who they knew was going to be born either dead or severely retarded, little did they know, their little miracle would soon lead them on a road they were not expecting.

May 14th, 1994, my birthday, my entering into the world would happen sometime in the late afternoon on a hot summer Saturday in a hospital 45 minutes away from my soon to be accessible home by a doctor whose last words before leaving the room were I'll be back in 2 hours, you're not that far along, well that doctor's instincts were wrong, 10 minutes later, while he was cramming a turkey sandwich down his throat, I was sliding into the world, ready to grace everybody with my infantile presence for only the few hours I knew I was guaranteed to survive for.

I survived past the allotted time limit for my survival, did I mention I was TWO WEEKS EARLY!? Hello complications!