One Year Later . . .
A year ago, I could still cycle for an hour at the gym. Dressing myself wasn’t an issue. I was making more of an effort to get out socially. Basic movement certainly wasn’t something that I was concerned about. Stretching my hamstrings has always been important for me as someone who has cerebral palsy and spends most of his day in a seated position -- in other words, legs bent. Now, it's easier (and much more comfortable) to stretch in my easy chair. There were some signs that I was starting to struggle. I was doing less miles on the bike. There were days that putting on socks was a major project. Stretching was becoming difficult. But I wasn’t in a great place mentally and I had let some things slip. And I was approaching 50, as some friends enjoyed reminding me. I figured some physical regression was normal, I’d get past my mild doldrums, and that I just needed to get myself in gear. Then the world stopped. I still don’t think I can wrap my mind around how quickly everythin