Have you ever lost your suck? I cut my finger - just a paper cut. I tried to suck it better. My lips wouldn’t close around my finger. I could bite but not suck…how odd is that? Odd but no big deal…how much sucking does a person do?
I am GG - a 'Golden Girl' - blonde, blue eyed and bright - great career, good friends, beautiful clothes, lovely home, shared with my partner, EaZyD. I knew life was good, that I was lucky but this was, for me, normal. Work hard, look good, be nice[ish] to others, get reward, right?
As we all know, life just ain't fair. One day/week/year, life may spin from our control and everything changes. We see it happen to others but somehow never expect it to happen to us. And, yet, it does…
I now live with an undiagnosed neurological illness, a wheelchair, progressive paralysis and HUGE doses of steroids – not a regime recommended for sustaining a party lifestyle!
I have sobbed, screamed, shouted, ranted, bitched, sulked, somehow coped and occasionally laughed my way through some years of physical and psychological trauma with accompanying lifestyle upheaval and relationship stress. And, surprisingly NOT died…yet!
More than ever, I strive for, and want to live, a life of stimulus, quality and style. When I get out and about, in my more stable periods, I want to experience the love flowing to and from me and mine to you and yours. This seems so normal to me.
But, no! To my surprise, I find that I live in a society where disability equates to an abbreviated four letter word:
CAN’T – to prevent somebody doing something. To which there is only one four letter response:
WILL – used to indicate the inevitability of something happening.