How my PCA changed my life

Let’s get down to it, shall we? I first met Megan, my PCA (Patient Care Assistant), about 3 years ago in an elevator with a cute, albeit the tiniest dog I’d ever seen. We happened to both get off at the same floor. “Hi I’m Megan!”, she declared. “I work with your neighbors doing home healthcare and I take their dog out.” I was like, “cool so nice to meet you.” In my head, I thought she is so nice I want to be friends with her! And that’s how everything began.

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How I feel about my most recent trip to Mayo Clinic and other life updates

That would be my neurologist, she’s great. She listens intently, reviews my scans with me, and often has to remind me “if you have brainstem surgery, you will die”, not in a pessimistic way—but very realistic and necessary for me to hear. 

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Why I only watch shows and movies about disabled people with actual disabled actors

This is an issue I never even considered before I became disabled in 2016. No judgement here if that’s you too, but if after reading this short and sweet diddy...if it hasn’t at least opened your mind a bit about how absolutely little disability is portrayed in the media (and usually it’s seen as a “bad” or “devastating” thing)—then I don’t know if I can help. But I’ll try!

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