At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

Glass rained down in tiny cold stars.

Then there was nothing for a while.

When I woke up in the hospital, drugs softening the edges of everything, I learned that the people who loved me had been told they might lose me. Then they were told I would live, but my legs would never again carry me the way they had.

My spine had paid the price for the collision.continue reading …