All things have their time

I have to accept I am a disabled person now.

The time has come for me to consider myself as a disabled person, not a person with a disability as the limitation is now controlling my life.

People keep telling me they consider me a fighter and an inspiration for not giving into my incurable illness for two decades. 

I wasn't macho denying to myself that I thought I was disabled, it was merely that before last year as I could get around (slowly) on my own, I never thought I was disabled. Now, I cannot walk down the stairs without the aid of the banister rail

I think of myself as the batter at the bottom of the ninth innings, two out, two strikes down with the team trailing by four runs, and three men on base. If I make the big play, we can win.