The year was 2010, and I seemed primed for a
takeover of the limb-deficient sector of the Paralympic swimming world. Fresh
off an American record in the 100-yard freestyle and a first place finish in
the 50-meter freestyle at Spring Nationals, I figured to be sitting pretty
leading up to the 2012 Paralympics. If I just continued to improve at the same
rate, surely I’d be close to the top of the world rankings heading into the Games.
Then disaster struck. I’d been having digestive
problems throughout the collegiate swim season, but I’d been so focused on my
athletic and scholastic endeavors that I avoided dealing with them as much as
possible. Finally, the situation became acute. With my dorm room bed frame actually
stained pink from Pepto Bismol, I couldn’t avoid it any longer.



