Two and a half years after the accident just after renewing my permanent handicapped parking permit and a year and a half after accepting that a wheelchair is part of my life;I finally accept that the word applies. I may still have hope of walking outside without help after surgery, but the law suit is taking so long that I am depressed. Even after surgery there will always be pain and I will never have complete control of my left leg back.
I just have to tell myself it is all a lesson, because it is. How my grandmother lived with similar limitations and could still smile? It makes me admire her more.
I am a paraplegic. The word does not mean paralyzed from the wasted down as some think. It means that at least two of my limbs are limited in use because of a long term injury. A quadriplegic may still be able to write or steer there own wheelchair, but because they don't have full use of their arms they are quadri instead of para.