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Sport. The final frontier. Well, not exactly the final frontier. More the first, last and everything-in-between frontier. Sport, for people like me, or so it seemed, was the only frontier. At the very least, the only way forward.

Two weeks into my time at Rookwood Hospital, a way forward was something I very much needed to find. Confined to bed, however, the prospect looked tricky. I couldn’t move any part of my body beneath my nipples so there seemed little chance of my making any sort of bid for escape.

I had obviously had a number of shocks during the five or so weeks of my new life as a paraplegic. I had become somewhat battered, both physically and emotionally, and, or so I thought, somewhat inured to the relentless round of bad news my life seemed to have become. But there was more.