Transverse Myelitis Quotes

I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.

People who don't see you every day have a hard time understanding how on some days--good days--you can run three miles, but can barely walk across the parking lot on other days,' [my mom] said quietly.

I had learned quickly that life doesn't always go the way I want it to, and that's okay. I still plod on.

The strong, ferocious wind just made the chill worse, and as it blew around me, electric bursts of pain shot through my body.

I could feel the bite of the autumn air, warning us all of the harsh winter that was on its way.

The weekend was a much-needed breath of fresh air; Monday always seemed to not only take that breath right back, but add a few extra pounds to my shoulders as well.

The video was still playing, although I didn't know why. It seemed as if the able-bodied dancers were mocking me.

We’ll be fighting [Transverse Myelitis] our whole lives, but we’ve also proven that we are more than capable of not letting it beat us.

I was really happy because the doctor had said I would be better by then, and I was ready for this terrible nightmare to be over.

Before I knew it, I was racing across the highway. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to think.

As I sat up I turned my head to the side, but immediately straightened it again when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck.

Dancing with a spinal cord injury is a challenge like no other, but I aspired to prove to myself that I could still be phenomenal dancer even with an SCI

It seemed like an ordinary day, but little did I know that this wasn’t going to be a normal ballet class.

Knowing that only minutes earlier I had walked to the car, my mom helped me out and stood me up in the parking lot. My legs collapsed. I could still move them, but I couldn’t walk.

When the doctors came in a little while later saying they thought they knew my diagnosis, I was afraid to know.

All of a sudden, my right hand was dead, unplugged, and my left was definitely not working right.

A blur. That’s what it felt like to me

The thought of being able to [move my arms] made me want to give up my legs [instead] since I was accustomed to using them. But, I figured that after a few hours of sitting in a wheelchair...I would switch back...in a flash.

But I had already fallen. Fallen into this deep, dark hole. I was trapped. Trapped in this nightmare.