When I Felt Different, part five
I used to attend a camp for children with neuromuscular disease. I liked it some years. But I grew to not enjoy the camp sooner than most. There was no one reason I stopped going. It was a combination of the school calendar conflicting and my heart no longer...
When I Felt Different, part four
I’ve already mentioned that my classmates loved to help me at school. I couldn’t tell you how it started or when, but I have memories of friends helping all the way back to kindergarten. Both of us saw the fun side most of the time. As friends were...
When I Felt Different, part three
Surgery of any kind isn’t fun for anyone, especially a third grader. I thought I was going to a normal check-up with my orthopedist. I was never a fan of those appointments. Then he said, “It’s time for your back surgery. We can’t wait any...