Rolling, rolling, rolling...

People are always commenting about how everything in my house rolls. It's true.

I have a rolling bookstand, rolling tables, rolling appliances, rolling bed, rolling carts, and of course rolling wheelchairs. It makes life easier for me and the people who help me.

Some people wonder out loud to me what it's like to live life on wheels. It's actually fun much of the time. It's a different way of getting around and of doing things, that's all.

My first wheelchair was red. It had a Tasmanian devil horn attached to the front (courtesy of my nephew) so that I could honk at people when I was coming down ramps. I wasn't too skillful with the wheelchair yet and he told me I should warn people when I was on a downhill incline! My speed of going down earned me the nickname rampracer - and the horn came in handy a few times in the first few months since I don't have good grip in my hands to stop the wheelchair. I learned a different way to stop over time.

My second wheelchair was more sporty. I used it to play wheelchair tennis and get around. Within a year, I had acquired a special tennis wheelchair. My next everyday wheelchair was even lighter - then I went to a titanium which weighs about 11 pounds. I've skiied on a sitski, handcycle and tried out sled hockey and other sports.

Basically life does not have to sit still if you're in a wheelchair. As our equipment and access improves, I think it's more a matter of others keeping up with us.