I refuse to think of myself as “handicapped” — nor any other variant of the word. (handi-capable? differently-abled?)
Yes, I now use a cane every now and again — and with a regularity and at times that most people likely wouldn’t comprehend. Yes, I’m still finding a way to work with the limitations that were foisted upon me in January.
Until…
Until, with a modicum of tenaciousness, I return to running, and cycling, and motorcycling, and driving, and all of the other independent personal freedoms I once enjoyed.
Handicapped?
By some interpretations, currently, perhaps.
But not for long.
