“Did you walk today?”
It’s the first thing my father
always says to me when he comes to visit me in my room in rehab. He doesn’t even say hello. He only wants to know one goddamn thing and
it’s whether I walked.
Three months ago, the question
wouldn’t have bothered me as much.
That’s when I first broke my spine at the T4 level and was told that it
was very unlikely I’d ever be able to walk again. I didn’t believe it at the time. I thought those doctors were full of
shit.
