My most prized possession, the most expensive thing I own, my prosthesis. I fought so hard to have one of my very own. Just like any power couple, we have our ups and downs. It's not me, it's you... well, sometimes it's me…

Now that I'm part robot, I often wonder how great it would be if I could just plug myself in at night the way I do my prosthesis, wake up fully charged, and ready to take on the day.Since that device doesn't exist... yet, and carrying around this prosthesis requires 30% more energy than the average person uses to walk, I've had to get crafty to keep myself going…

I'm a member of a somewhat exclusive, not exactly optional, pretty scary club. The cancer club. Have it, had it, beat it, still fighting, you're in, just like that. Fair warning, you will bond with strangers from all across the world and not everyone will make it. How do we cope?

Something has been building up lately and slowly making my blood boil so here it is. Why do strangers think it’s OK to ask about my disability?

I once dreamed of this moment, to be up and walking on a prosthesis, my prosthesis. To be relatively pain-free and no longer using a crutch to walk. To be CANCER FREE. But what happens once I have all of that? What now?

When we think of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or PTSD, we often think of a military veteran wounded in the war or a survivor of assault. But the reality is, I don't know a single cancer survivor or amputee who hasn't had some degree of it…

From baby dolls to babysitting, as far back as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a mother. Not because it was expected of me by society, but because my love for children and desire to have that unbreakable connection ran deep…

For the last several months, I have been waiting for my prosthesis to be shipped to me. Well, really, I have been waiting for over a year and what feels like a lifetime to have it approved by insurance, only for it to be delayed once approved. Myself and many other impatient amputees were given a status update of "still in factory"…

This week, I struggled a bit with deciding what to share with you. Why?Because all I can think about is my joy over having just received the COVID-19 vaccine…

Raise your residual limb if your plans for the day are completely dependent on what kind of leg day you are having.

Pity is a heavy and sad thing. Often, it is the first feeling evoked in those who seem "more fortunate" when meeting someone like myself. I have become somewhat accustomed to seeing sad eyes meeting mine after people look at my prosthesis…

Once upon a time, I was able to run around the office, up and down the stairs of our buildings, and across the property in heels…