Emmy came to me easily and we rocked back and forth as we listened to the workshop.  She played with me as babies do; kicking lightly against my legs, clapping her palm against mine, exploring the brake cables and metal cylinders of my walker frame with her tiny fingers. I realized she was using my mobility aids as an extension of my body.

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One day in November, I experienced Chris’ anticipation in full. We had arrived at a local mall. Walking in the door, at the end of a very long hallway we could see Santa’s giant decorative red chair set up in the centre of the atrium. Chris exclaimed “ho-ho!” and took off running toward Santa’s throne.

When I was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis several years ago the biggest loss I experienced was my sense of self worth. I felt so broken that I couldn’t believe I was still loveable.

Last night I did what I do every night as the day winds down, I mentally went through my day and noted all the things I didn’t get done.  The list was long. The tasks should have been easy.  I felt like I had failed at life, and this was a familiar feeling because this is a familiar routine.