I'm trying not to walk with a cane. It's my next little step toward progress, if you'll pardon the pun. So far, I do pretty good; I can walk around the kitchen, I can carry stuff with my one good hand (which is why I wanted to be caneless in the first place), I can walk to the bathroom, and last night I walked into the living room carrying a cup of coffee, all without my cane. I still use my cane when I am tired, but I do try not to.
I walk a bit like Frankenstein's monster, though, and it's really not flattering. I'll have to work on that too, later. My house is completely handicap-gizmos free though; the bathroom now is sans-handle bars and the little thing used to raise me up is gone too! I feel pretty good about it. As I get more used to doing stuff the way I used to, it makes me feel like I am getting better, getting stronger. My leg and arm might still hang limply and be useless, but I am compensating for both of them. I am slowly getting used to the idea that I can't make myself be the way I used to be, I'm damaged for good, but I hope that I can do what I want to.
I've come a long way since the days in Boston. I've come a long way from Peabody -- they used to have to lift me into my wheel chair with a crane-like thing, Heavens! I've come a long way since I first moved to Rockport, too. And I have further to go!
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You're doing great Beth!! We love you.
Posted by: pam collins white | February 14, 2012 at 07:10 AM
Just goes to show that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. You are a shining example of this. Proud of you - Go Girl!
Posted by: Arline Collins | February 14, 2012 at 11:06 AM
Beth, I knew you would do what you're doing because you are/have always been since I've known you, a VERY determined lady! Keep blogging these accomplishments! Conny NE
Posted by: Conny | February 14, 2012 at 02:03 PM