“Other people look at me and think: That poor woman; she has a child with a disability. But all I see when I look at you is that girl who had memorized all the words to Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ by the time she was three, the girl who crawls into bed with me whenever there’s a thunderstorm – not because you’re afraid but because I am, the girl whose laugh has always vibrated inside my own body like a tuning fork. I would never have wished for an able-bodied child, because that child would have been someone who wasn’t you.” ― Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

It’s 12  : 12 PM on day 1450 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to pray,  brush my teeth, go back to sleep, stretch my hamstrings,practice sitting up straight to strengthen my core muscles, read Psalm 138, publish my Disability of the Day feature, feed myself an egg sandwich and yogurt  for breakfast , have a feet massage and listen to music.

Last night I finished reading Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult – a novel about Charlotte O’Keefe who decides to file a wrongful birth lawsuit against her former obstetrician and current best friend claiming that if she found out sooner that her youngest daughter had Osteogenesis imperfecta she would have had an abortion – the book is beautifully written but it was hard for me to read because my birth could also be considered by some as a wrongful birth.