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You're Too Cute to Be Disabled: Living with Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy
By: Shelley TudineBook Publisher: AuthorSolutions
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When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.
At just eleven years old, author Shelley Tudin was diagnosed with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, a debilitating disease for which there is no cure. As the disease progressed, Shelley struggled and found some things out of her reach-such as her love of figure skating and her desire to become a nurse. Even so, she never let the disease prevent her from living life to the fullest.
In this memoir, she narrates an inspirational story of how she battled the disease and its weakening symptoms to achieve her dreams. You're Too Cute to Be Disabled recalls her journey-growing up in Brantford, Ontario, Canada; graduating from high school in 1983; attending college at the University of Guelph; dealing with romantic relationships; coping with the loss of loved ones; and managing an illness.
You're Too Cute to Be Disabled shows that through Shelley's varied experiences, she gained the confidence, the wisdom, and the power of positive thinking to turn dreams into realities. It shares her transition from a young, frightened girl to a self-confident, happy, independent, and incredibly tenacious woman through a lot of love, laughter, and tears.
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| Title of eBook: You're Too Cute to Be Disabled: Living with Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy | |
| Release Date: 02-16-2012 | |
| Publisher: iUniverse.com |
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You're Too Cute to Be Disabled: Living with Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy
Chapter One
Early Childhood
I was raised and still reside in Brantford, Ontario, Canada. It is an average-sized city about one hour southwest of Toronto. Many famous people have come from Brantford, but the two who come to mind are Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone, and Wayne Gretzky, one of the greatest hockey players of our time.
My childhood was not unusual. My working-class parents raised three children: Michele was the oldest sibling; I, the infamous middle child, was born ten-and-a-half months later in 1964; and my brother, John, was the baby of the family. For those of you who are doing the calculations, my mother went in for her six-week checkup after delivering her first child in September 1963—and learned she was pregnant with me. Maybe that's when my energetic personality and spirited nature began.
As a young child, I was the hyper one and tested my parents whenever I could. Our house on Kensington Avenue was where all the neighbourhood kids hung out. My mother always said that it was such a difficult task getting me to come inside for dinner or bedtime. I would rather wet my pants than take the time to come inside for a bathroom break. Heaven forbid I miss some of the action! Driving to a cottage on summer vacations, Michele sat on one side and Johnny sat on the other, sleeping so calmly. I was the one in the middle and every ten minutes asked, "Are we there yet? How much farther?" I can't remember a time when my parents had private conversations that I didn't hear.
My father used to say, "Nothing gets past this one. Shelley, go to sleep!"
While I w
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