I was looking at this picture of myself from this past weekend. This was at my friend's wedding. I have known all these girls since grammar school. I hate this picture though. I hate it because like most pics of myself in the last few years, there it is like a giant pink sore thumb, my walker.
I'm sure I tried to move it out of the picture. I usually do. You can tell I tried to push it from in front of me like I don't even know whose it is. Yeah, doesn't always work.
I can assure you that whenever I pictured myself in the future, this is not the picture that appeared in my head. I don't know if I even thought I would be using a walker when I'm elderly. For Pete's sake I took dancing for 14 years! I guess that doesn't repel MS.
I've been going to physical & occupational therapy for years. The only goal I'm told I should have with that is to not get any worse. I probably will never get any better.
OMG, you know what I really can't picture, what I would look like if I got any worse. I'm blocking that picture out!
I have tried to lighten the mood of using a walker. The one I have now is an adorable frosty pink. It's still a walker. One year it even had it's own Halloween costume. It went as the Cash Cab. Funny right? Not really so much to me.
There are days when I'm tired of it being a part of me. I don't want to see it in the picture.
On the other hand, it has in some odd way made me the center of attention. Or at least it makes everyone gather with me and around me.
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