My second day in the hospital led me to my own private room. There was plastic on the windows and the door. The only people allowed in my room were Doctors, Nurses and of course my mother. Saint Mary’s Hospital in Grand Junction, Colorado had never seen a case like mine. At first they were amazed that I could be running in the morning and paralyzed from the chest down eight hours later. That amazement had now turned to mild terror Continue reading »

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