Imagine wrapping up a busy day at work, getting the kids from school, heading straight to your parent’s house to make dinner – and then going home to face homework, your own chores, and the same routine again tomorrow.
It has been more than 3 years since I’ve seen the trauma surgeon who saved my life -- not once, but twice. In the first few months following the bicycling accident that left me a paraplegic, she was the thread that held it all together. Not only did I rely on her, but I easily connected with her and held onto her every word during my 51 days in the Intensive Care Unit at Hackensack University Medical Center. She has that kind of hold on people.
From the moment I arrived at the rehab hospital to learn how to live with paralysis, people were asking me what sort of adaptive sport I’d get involved in. Though it seemed like a given to everyone else, for me it was anything but. I was in no frame of mind to think about shooting hoops or racing in a wheelchair while sprawled out on a hospital bed, a dazed and scrawny paraplegic who couldn’t sit up without help.
This Thanksgiving weekend marked the 4th anniversary of my near-death accident when an out-of-control SUV with a sleeping driver barreled into my bicycle.
In the true spirit of the season, LeanOnWe is showing its appreciation not only with words, but with deeds by giving to the Wounded Warrior Project.
This Father’s Day will be the second without my father following his passing last May. Like most children who have lost a parent, I think of him frequently.
In a national survey of hundreds elder law attorneys across the country conducted in 2014, more than 50% indicated that elder abuse is one of the issues they confront most frequently in their practices.
I amazed the crowd at Sunday’s LeanOnWe Launch Party when I came onto the stage “walking” after 3 ½ years in a wheelchair. It was the first time they had seen me vertical since an out-of-control SUV plowed into my bicycle and left me a paraplegic. So how did I “walk”? Was that robotics?
My friend and partner Ron Gold, a paraplegic after an out-of-control SUV rammed into his bicycle three years ago, stunned the crowd at our company’s launch party last night when he “WALKED” across the stage.
While my current situation is not life-threatening, it has been life-altering. The following are my musings of dealing with a life-changing event.
To move or not to move? That is the (perennial) question. Mom and Dad retired and joined friends who moved from the cold north winters to warm, dry Arizona. They were healthy and had a good life.