I honestly thought that when my wheelchair arrived I would feel sad and depressed and upset etc etc…but I feel the opposite I keep looking at it in the dining room (it’s raining here so can’t go out) and thinking I can’t wait to take you out for a spin tomorrow evening. We have an inner city wildlife sanctuary quite nearby and tomorrow evening we are going to go there and I will be able to look at the trees and look at the water and look at the clouds in the sky and the birds flying and (hopefully) feel the sun on my face…instead of the usual slow walk with crutches thinking ‘pain, pain, pain, pain, where can I sit. pain pain…’
I made the decision to get it when my husband said he wanted to book a holiday and after a lot of thought - because I was dreading admitting how bad things had got for me with pain (I have got a hyper- mobile knee replacement plus an arthritic knee and hip dysplasia too) I told him that since I can’t make it around Tesco’s there is no way will I make it around the many destinations we will be at on our cruise and there is just no way could I bear the pain anymore but also the sadness of watching him have to go so slow waiting for me to take step after painful step. So now I can barely imagine what it will be like to be able to actually see some of these places, and go out all day!!
So rather than being a signal that my life has got worse this chair is a passport to freedom - the kind of freedom I last enjoyed well over 20 years ago. I can’t wait!!!