So as promised, rewind back to 22 years ago. 14th February 1993 yes Valentine's Day I know! My birth was pretty much straight forward. I of course went through the sun roof! A normal C section like any other. Unlike
other babies I was very yellow, not Simpsons yellow though! Well the technical term is jaundice. After a lot of tests and anxious waiting I was diagnosed with CMV which stands for Cytomegalovirus.
I don't want to bore you but the short version is here: CMV is a virus that can be transmitted to an unborn child from a pregnant mother.
This was just the start of my troubles, if anything the very tip of the iceberg. The doctors didn't think I would ever walk again, if anything I don't think they thought I would make much progress (how wrong were they eh?!)
Eventually I managed to learn to walk at the age of 2 and I was fitted with splits. I think at that age I was actually happy it's only occurred to me now I was totally oblivious about the extent of my disability. It didn't even really affect me, I didn't know how bad it was and didn't realise I was different to other people.