Anyone who read my last post will remember the joy. I have been in a wheelchair for 2.5 years and suddenly I was able to walk. Don't care what you call it but I have just spent 5 days picking up dirty clothes off of my kids floors and all I call it is bliss!!!
Thing is after just 5 days I can feel the legs shutting down again. I know without a shadow of doubt that very shortly I am going to loose this freedom and I envy the old part of me that could just go out for a walk and hold my daughters hands instead of steering my wheelchair.
My husband is away till tomorrow and I refuse to let on to my girls that the legs are going. I put on some boxing gloves and wanted to punch something but worried it would wake them so instead I took them off and ordered a punch bag and wondered what angles I could get on a back blow from a wheelchair.
Sometimes the worst thing in life is the chance of hope and yes I write this wondering where the tissues are, but then I also know I really don't care passed how my girls are. If life has just teased me with the idea of walking and that is all it is I don't care. As long as I can spend time with my daughters nothing else matters.