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

my arms to lift and swing my dead legs, I fell. Laura caught me, her strong arms preventing me from hitting the floor.

“Again,” she said simply.

I tried again. And fell again.

“Again.”

By the fifth attempt, I was crying. By the tenth, I was cursing. By the fifteenth, I made it into the chair.

“Good,” Laura said. “Tomorrow we do it ten times.”

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