Sharing Personal Experiences
about Disability and Homecare

I think my sister was ready to hide her head in embarrassment. But I didn't care. I was determined that my parents were going to have a good time at the party, and if it meant making a fool out of myself, so be it. When the music started I started dancing--well not exactly--what I did was have my parents join hands and each hold one of my hands and together, they in their wheelchairs and me hopping from one foot to the other, we partied. I didn't have to ask them if they were having a good time: their smiles said it all.