She Told Me To “Walk It Off” After My Fall—Then The MRI Revealed Why It Was No Accident

excuses.”

So I went. And it was fine. Better than fine. Nobody stared. Nobody asked invasive questions. We talked about work and sports and normal things.

I joined a wheelchair basketball league. I was terrible at first—my chair skills were still developing, my arms still building the specific muscles needed for the quick bursts of speed. But the guys continue reading …