Today I passed along some mobility aids and medical devices that helped me in my recovery earlier this year. Most namely my wheelchair. I didn’t expect to be as emotional as I was parting with it. And it makes sense, for some very challenging weeks the only reason I had autonomy, freedom or personal dignity was due to that chair. I also can’t ever forget or properly thank the community of people around me who jumped to action to help me in one of the scariest times of my life. I had few answers and still don’t have a lot.
And, as I told a friend, I’m thankful every time I’m standing at work, even when my feet hurt. And I can jump down from the trailer or throw bags of clothes or help someone lift something. All of these things I didn’t realize I took for granted and now it feels like I spend more time saying “thank you!” In my head or even out-loud than I ever have. I’ve never been more grateful to my body and the healing it’s capable of.
And, I’m so very happy to be able to gift these to someone else who will be able to have this experience.
