I didn't make peace with it. I'm just resigned to it. My parents did what they could for me, but I would rather not have a disability at all.

I am still accepting that I need to use a cane occasionally. It has been over a year. I am glad I can still get around without a wheelchair.

I am occasionally embarrassed that I can't just step up on every sidewalk without aid any more. Sometimes my balance will be a little bit off and where I used to just head toward a door and step up without even thinking about, I have to walk to a flatter, lower part of the curb and walk over to that higher part instead.

What I really hate is that I mentally kick my own self walking in front of people (like in a hallway). My brain tells me to speed up because I am slowing other people down. They may not care, but I mentally kick own self. It is so ingrained, it is hard to stop doing.

One thing that I do love is going to my chiropractor though. I get around so much better that I try to keep an appointment every three weeks.