Since I don’t think life with FA can be captured in one word, I don’t think the opposite can be, either. My life may not be “normal,” but as the saying goes, “Normal is just a setting on a washing machine.”
I don’t have to exist in a world of polar opposites, labeling my life as abnormal and the lives of everyone who can function without a mobility aid as normal. Who am I to determine how others view their existence?
There is so much good in my life that far outweighs the bad of FA, so all I can do is continually strive to find peace and fulfillment in the gray area between abnormal and normal, disabled and able-bodied, diseased and healthy.