sheri2-271x300We have just started attending Georgetown men’s basketball team games as part of our 12th season as season-ticket holders. I must confess that the first season-ticket holder was my now husband Tony, and I wasn’t even a part of his life when he bought the tickets, but let’s roll the camera back to the time when I never imagined a few things: being married, a season-ticket holder to Georgetown basketball, and enjoying being a spectator of sports instead of being the player on the court.

Before I was injured at age 16, my immediate thoughts of the future were how excited I was about starting a new season of field hockey and serving as statistician for the varsity football team. Little did I know that neither would become a reality. I was soon injured, in the ICU at the local hospital, and when I was told that I would be going to a rehabilitation center, I thought it was going to be a workout facility where I would soon leave and start my field hockey season.

Obviously, that was not the case. The “workout facility” was a major rehabilitation center in Westchester, New York. I was two and a half hours from home, not able to see field hockey or football, and just being able to lift my arms to eat was considered a victory. Going from being an athlete to not even being able to move my arms was a major game changer for me. No pun intended.

So what has happened over the last 30 years? How did I deal with not being able to play field hockey, basketball, run track, jog, swim, bike ride and do all the other physical activities I enjoyed so much? At some point I had to accept my si