The other day I was listening to a podcast. (I think I’m addicted to podcasts.) The interviewee had post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), though she preferred that it be called post-traumatic stress injury (PTSI) because she felt she was having a normal reaction to a horrendous trauma. During my years with…
Defining Yourself - a column by Jean Walsh
A few days ago, I looked at vacation pictures from our trip to Hawaii in 2007. It was a wonderful vacation — not perfect, but fun and relaxing. We watched postcard-perfect sunsets over the ocean, framed by palm trees, glowing in pinks and oranges. We relaxed on the beach, swam…
This morning, like many mornings before it, I pulled out gym clothes as my all-day outfit. Gym clothes are comfortable and easy to put on. I work out most days, so gym clothes are a reasonable choice. This summer, I’m going for T-shirts and lightweight joggers. To me, that’s boring.
It’s summertime, the season for travel. There’s so much fun at every stage: the planning, the doing, and the reminiscing. I love to travel, though I have Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), which means I need extra planning and consideration when I do it. Symptoms of FA include poor coordination…
A week ago, I woke up early on a slightly cloudy, humid Sunday morning. I had butterflies in my stomach as my husband, Dave, and I drove 40 minutes to a fundraiser for my patient organization. I have Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), a disabling and life-threatening rare disease. Dave has…
This morning I was practicing my pre-getting-out-of-bed routine. I take a pill, do breathing exercises, and meditate for about 10 minutes. I mostly follow this routine, but not always. It’s my way of trying to start the day with a clear mind, and it almost always leads to a better…
About 12 years ago, I went dog mushing with my local disabled sports organization, Northeast Passage. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Those of us who participated have various disabilities, and we got to learn a bit about mushing a team of dogs. Then we got to try it…
I am a work in progress, just like everyone else in this world, so I need to give myself grace. The meaning of grace is essential. Several of my columns, including the previous one, have drawn the conclusion that I should grant myself grace. I wanted to further…
I have been attending a leadership training for people with rare diseases. The training is fueled by fierce moms trying to pave the way for their children to live in a better world full of cures. I am envious of those kids. As a preface, I must say that I…
Last week, I took a slow-motion fall. While transferring from bed to my wheelchair, I tried to reach for something — so I could be quicker — and landed on the floor. I am no longer able to transfer from the floor to my wheelchair. Wendy, my service dog, can…
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