In a 10-part series for Sundays titled “Sincerely, Michelle,” Michelle Singletary gets personal about misconceptions involving race. This is the second column in the series, but each one stands alone as well.
WASHINGTON – Dear Reader,
I probably would have never gone to college had I not spent two months of my childhood in a hospital.
While in middle school, I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. The pain in my legs became so bad that I couldn’t walk. My grandmother, “Big Mama,” a nursing assistant who raised me from the time I was 4, couldn’t afford to miss work to take me to the daily physical therapy appointments I needed to walk without pain. So I stayed at the hospital. I cried a lot over the isolation from my grandmother and my two brothers and two sisters, whom she also was raising.
The director of the physical therapy department,