Category Archive: Osteogenesis Imperfecta

My World Cup Dreams

By: Connor Lenahan When I was a kid, I played a bit of soccer. Everyone did. No, seriously, everyone born past the year of 1990 played youth soccer. I’m not confident, but I… Continue reading

365 Days

By: Connor Lenahan It was 10:30 AM. I was walking up the stairs to my calculus class with a few of my close friends. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I turned to… Continue reading


By: Connor Lenahan Earlier today I was poking around Facebook when I saw a link to a Boston Herald article in my timeline. In the headline were the words “Marty Walsh,” “sidewalk,” and… Continue reading

The Kindness of Friends

By: Connor Lenahan “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” – Blanche DuBois, A Streetcar Named Desire With a slight change to Blanche’s quote you get how I have been able to… Continue reading

Stolen Wheelchair

Last night I was visiting some friends at 728 Commonwealth Ave. Upon arriving at the dorm, I parked my wheelchair next to the steps outside of the dorm and entered. This was around… Continue reading

Now Batting

By: Connor Lenahan With warm weather comes baseball. As the temperatures in Boston climb out of the freezing, stagnant conditions that lasted from December to March we are reentering a world where I… Continue reading


By: Connor Lenahan Yesterday gave me two fantastic stories regarding my wheelchair. In the late afternoon I had been walking around Boston enjoying the glorious weather. To finish out my travels I made… Continue reading


By: Connor Lenahan I’ve been reading a lot recently about other people who have to live with Osteogenesis Imperfecta. This is the condition that has not only left me fragile, but turned me… Continue reading


By: Connor Lenahan Tomorrow morning I’m getting my latest treatment for Osteogenesis Imperfecta. No need to be alarmed, this is all par for the course. I’ve talked about these treatments before in the… Continue reading

Repair Time

By: Connor Lenahan The picture above is from last September. I was coming back home one night from the gym at Boston University only to have my chair break down on me. The… Continue reading