If my wheels could talk, I think they would accurately tell the tale of a young woman doing her best in the face of a progressive, degenerative disease. They would tell of my gratitude for their service and constant aid. They would tell of my resentment of my dependency on them. And they would tell of the beautiful life I’ve been able to continue leading. Because at the end of my story, my wheels say: “To be continued.”

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