The Elephant Man has returned.
No matter how much I walk, no matter how much I stretch my legs, my muscles keep contracting, spasming. I wonder idly if The Elephant Man has joined a marathon or maybe a walk for cancer.
My legs have been bothering me so much lately. Even when I wear my Crocs, there is pain. It’s less, but there is pain. I can feel it humming beneath my skin.
I wonder if they will find a cure for disabilities. They are working on cures for cancer, cures for AIDS, cures for dementia, aging. Perhaps there will be a cure for this?
But then, I wonder, if I were cured, would I still be who I was? Or would not having Cerebral Palsy change me?
It’s food for thought at any rate.