Little Girls are NOT the same as little boys....

In 1952, when I was born with the polio virus, my mother was sure there was something wrong with me.  "She doesn't kick when I change her!", she told the doctors.  And the doctors pooh-poohed her, saying that little girls are NOT the same as little boys, and that's why I was not moving.  Because of that mentality, it took six weeks to diagnose me...six weeks without treatment, six weeks for the polio virus to wreck my body.  And so, it began.  Fifty-nine years later, it is wrecking me once again.  The dirty little secret behind polio is that it lurks in the shadows until you are unguarded, and then it attacks once again.  The same symptoms that resulted in the first diagmosis return.  So now, each day is filled with learning all over how to live, and to live well.  More for myself than for you, dear reader, I hope to fill this blog with thoughts of living with polio, gracefully sliding into what I hope will be old age.  Travel along this road with me.