It's essential: acceptance of my new, disabled, physical state.
Essential in order to progress, essential to having an emotionally
healthy life. But I'm not there yet. No matter how much better it
gets, there's no denying that this is horrible, it will always be
horrible. It is a traumatic disruption of my life and I don't see how
I'll ever get back on track. (And I don't yet see the new track.)
About Me
- brendapie
- In December 2008, Brenda was serving as a volunteer business adviser to an ecotourism project in rural Mali when a water tower built to irrigate a village garden collapsed, killing one colleague and leaving Brenda with a permanent disability—left AKA. Following four months of hospitalization and relocation to the east coast, she now is reconstructing her life: exploring new outdoor sports and rediscovering more sedentary interests. Two years since she received her first prosthesis, she is still learning to walk. This blog is the story of her thoughts, experiences and dreams as she tackles the challenges of limb loss.
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