The mantra for most MSers is not to “end up” in a wheelchair. I want to put another side to the story.
From being completely independent, driving myself, my world gradually shrank until I only really went out with my daughter who could push me in a manual wheelchair. I have a scooter but if I needed to get off and walk anywhere it was just about impossible.
With lots of help from my physio I got so that I could walk 30-50M using a rollator. This would allow me to get to a single destination in a taxi (like the dentist or opticians) but it was not what I wanted. I wanted to be free.
I am a very solitary person and although I love my daughter to death I wanted to go places by myself. So I bit the bullet and spent my overdraft on a powerchair.
On Saturday I went to town (just a little Market town) on the access bus. I went to the library, pottered round the market, had coffee and shopped in Sainsbury’s (How normal is that!)
While I was waiting for the bus an old dear asked me directions to Boots and hoped it wasn’t far because she was bad on her feet.
“Oh no says I – it’s not far, just half way down this road” Then it struck me that without the wheelchair that “not far” would have been impossible, but in the chair – a matter of moments.
I might be in a wheelchair which could seem to some to be the end of the world but I feel as though my world has just opened back up again. Quite honestly I could do anything and go anywhere.