This book was supposed to take a year, but it ended up taking two and a half because of what I was experiencing with my legs.
When I began writing, I was dancing a lot, plus doing almost two hours a day of training. I never considered myself to be ‘disabled by my disability’ until the past couple of years. Then, I injured my good leg and – as you can imagine – my life became really challenging.
To make things worse, as soon as the injury started getting better, what I have left in my prosthetic side started swelling. For about 18 months, I couldn’t put on my prosthetic each morning. Some days, I couldn’t put my leg on at all. Because of that, my good leg – which was only semi-healed – began to flare up again.
Going through chemo and losing my leg as a child was difficult – but this experience was so much harder because I knew exactly what the implications were.
I was living in LA at the time, and I had to come home to New Zealand because I was feeling so horrible. I couldn’t work, I gave up public speaking, and I was constantly in a state of ‘My life was hard, my life is hard.’ Each night, I was going to bed stressing about how my leg would be the next morning. These challenges became a large portion of the context for my book.