I’m 54 years old, and I’ve lived in a wheelchair for nearly two decades. The accident happened when my son, Liam, was almost five. One second I was standing, the next my life changed forever. His father had already walked out when Liam was six months old, saying he couldn’t handle the responsibility, so it was just the two of us from the very beginning. After the accident, my world became smaller and more complicated, measured in ramps, narrow doorways, and learning how to do ordinary things from a seated position. I had to relearn how to cook, how to... Continues…





