Standing Tall

The last couple of weeks have been full of progress. Two weeks ago my physical therapist got me started walking with a walker. In just a couple of sessions I could feel the improvement.

Last session she began preparation for me to climb stairs. She had me step up and down from a six-inch block. More than once she said, you're doing amazing. Due to my last PT experience, I wasn't sure I could trust her accolades, so I told her I really wanted objective criticism and I would not be offended by it. She said I was doing incredibly well and was far ahead of most people at this stage. She figured a main reason was I had not developed bad habits using a socket prosthesis.

She gave me a slew of exercises because I really have to get stronger. I'm doing them.

Last evening Jerry and I attended a fundraiser. I had made sure ahead of time it was accessible, and I was assured that we could get in via the patio. The only problem was, the path that led up to the patio was large gravel, and there was no way the wheelchair could get through that.

While I waited by the car, Jerry went up to the house to see if there was a solution. There was, of sorts. Jerry loaded me and my wheelchair back in the car and we headed around to the front door. Two staff people helped Jerry get me up the steps, and so there we were, ready to be wined and dined.

Getting ready for the evening, I was presented with a dilemma. Or should I say I presented myself with a dilemma. I had decided to wear my prosthesis, so what dress would I wear. I have a long t-shirt dress that would have covered most of it, but I felt even with jewelry and a scarf it would not be festive enough.

So I decided it was time for the leg to come out of hiding. I wore a lovely dress that was just about knee length. And to my surprise I felt pretty good about it.

But that wasn't the best part. There were a few bar-height tables scattered about, and I stood at one to eat my dinner. Several friends were there and they seemed as thrilled as I was. And proud.

There was also photo booth at the event and I stood with Jerry to have our picture taken.

I felt wonderful being able to do this. I have stood for photos before with my one leg, but Jerry would have to hold me up. No more.

We went to Second Chance today to get a railing for Jerry to install on one of our stairwells so I can practice with two handrails. On the drive home I had one of those flashes of how did my life take this turn. But once again, I remembered that most people who have gone through what I have don't live to talk about it.

I'm alive, I'm grateful, and I am so excited about what comes next.

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