Sara Cox

About me:

I think I am a fairly normal young woman who can laugh and cry like most people, however... In January 2003, I was skiing with my b/f on the slopes above Innsbruck, Austria, and I really still don't know what happened. It was a great day: sunny, not too cold, with good firm crisp snow. The skiing had been great but then I was looking at the sky. I'd broken T5-7 (that's roughly mid-chest if your anatomy isn't good. I was paralyzed from my lower chest. I still only have 60% lung function and pick-up colds, flu and serious chest infections 4 or 5 times a year. Having to be hospitalized to have junk suctioned from the lower lung lobes is a disgusting procedure but it's the only way to clear the fluid sometimes. My shity b/f dumped me 8 days after my accident. He didn't want disabled baggage. In other words he was a BASTARD. Thankfully I've got my eyepatch off now and after over a year of wheeling into walls and door frames with monocular vision there is no startling good news to report.