A couple of weeks ago I spoke to my sister-in-law in New York who told me how wonderful it was to have running water and a hot bath. Not surprising after she was evacuated from her super-storm Sandy-ravaged house. It’s only natural that one focuses on immediate challenges.
I’m continuously amazed how my own daughters keep coming up with practical plans for our own immediate challenges. Almost immediately after I clicked “publish” for my last blog, pain kicked in yet again – as did a certain amount of desperation. “No problem”, chirps one of my girls, “just have a hot bath”.
One forgets how simple solutions can be found right under our noses. Weightless (and relatively pain-free) in the warmth of your own water.
If only life was a simple as a hot bath… or just getting around. But as we all know, it’s not.
When I say “getting around”, I don’t mean driving myself from A to B; I haven’t been behind the wheel for weeks now. I mean getting to the car. Walking those few, all too taken for granted, steps. My body has betrayed me – but it’s the only one I’ve got. So regardless of the pain, I have to keep moving somehow… just keep moving, walking, stretching. Seems like ages ago it was from the golf buggy to hit my ball. Then my efforts were reduced to walking round the block. Then, round the house and garden. And just latterly, “round the house”, is a few steps in the house itself. Funny, that with all my so-called discipline and fight, I need to be constantly cajoled and reminded to do my rounds.
Again, I’m so grateful that Pam and the girls give me so much time, care and devotion. Sidelle, running around to do whatever required; Joanna, literally “hands-on” every night, and Nadia, with so many solution. The latest, was the not-so-subtle suggestion of using a wheel-chair again. “Don’t see as a step backwards, see it as the opportunity of us still being able to go to the beach and enjoy the warmth of the winter sunshine.” “Besides”, she added, “we’ve been there before”. Who would have believed that almost two years has passed since I was wheel-chair bound (before being hospitalized). Who knows when and how things will turn out.
Let’s hope that one step back is worth the next two steps forward.