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Grant
The doctors had tried to explain it to me, but the blood was rushing too fast in my brain to absorb it all. Frightening words like traumatic spinal cord injury and permanent paralysis were tossed around like they meant nothing––even though they actually meant the end of life as I knew it.
The good news was that I did appear to be in a legitimate medical facility. The bad news was that the chance of me ever walking again was pretty much nonexistent. The doctors refused to use absolute words like ‘never,’ but I could tell by their grim expressions and the sobering statistics they shared that they didn’t believe me regaining the use of my legs to be a true possibility.
I couldn’t comprehend that this was my new lot in life. It simply couldn’t be right. I stared at my limp, useless
