After Saturday’s missing of the CATA bus, I jumped into a taxi with my cane. No big deal, I thought. I planned to pick up my rollator/walker on Sunday, but that didn’t work out. I was now committed to a cane at home and at work the next day. Dicey. I boarded the 9:30am bus by cane and walked down the long hallway at the hospital to physical therapy. They were surprised and pleased that I had the confidence to do that. I thank the AGH Rehab and Sports Medicine for getting me here.
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and ability to do that. “You’ve made the crossover,” my PT said. Yep, I thought, another milestone, to better prowl the jungle of life.
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Woo HOO, congratulations and welcome to the cane club! You’ve come a very long way with a lot of hard work.
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Thanks Pat. I remember needing a wheelchair in the hospital just to get to the elevators for the fourth floor. If I’m ever lucky enough to walk without a cane, I can’t wait to reward my PTs by strolling in on my own two legs.
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Good for you, Fred! That’s a big step!
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Many small steps lead to a big step. Chinese fortune cookie (only kidding). Thanks Nichole.
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Very cleaver title.. happy for you
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It’s a better title than:” I was Rollator/Walkerr, And Am Now Cane”. As my #1 Angel, you’ve seen me weekly during my year of illness. I’m glad you and I took pictures during my predicament. Remember the wheelchair, which I wasn’t allowed to get into from the hospital bed without a qualified aide?
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