Three to six months is what I was told in Florida, walking in May and jumping in July. And it’s July and I feel great (most days, with meds) but I’m not walking or even close really, and jumping is just a dream again at this point.
The last six weeks have been difficult as I’ve come to terms with those first sentences. However, I have been blessed with my life and I am going to live it.
Two weeks ago God sent me a power chair, last week I got my handicap placard, and today I got my new bus pass, and will be launching my ground campaign this evening… let’s live life.
Vote August 2, Vote Alexander.
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