The Lonely Wheelchair

The lonely wheelchair.

It has become a tradition to walk a bit after dinner. I used to be nervous being "away" from my wheelchair - I worried that I'd get tired or need to sit down. My husband, John, followed me with the chair, ready to scoop me up when I ran out of steam. Lately, I haven't worried about that as much. I can walk with John, instead of needing him to follow me with the chair. I know I can confidently walk a certain distance without needing to sit down. I was on such a walk when I looked back and saw that chair - empty - and it just made me smile. I didn't need it and it wasn't "waiting" for me - I'd stood up and walked off and there it sat, without me.

I snapped a picture. Anyone that spends time in a wheelchair will appreciate just how fun it is to see said wheelchair from a distance.

Asghar has been working with me on the treadmill. Something I would have deemed impossible a few months ago. The work is already paying off. Asghar's intuition about what I am ready to tackle physically (and psychologically) always pushes me in the right direction. I am often struck by my progress these last few weeks. I plan on walking farther and farther away from the chair...and that feels good!