March 15th 2017,
This slow journey moves like a person who can't walk and has broken ribs, hip, hand, and sternum going up the stairs. (haha, that's my life right now) it's a really slow movement :)
My husband posted on the Facebook that we needed a scooter. Immediately my friend who lives in New Symrna Beach writes back she found one and shows up at my door the next day with a scooter. She picked it up and a Salvation Army. I made it up on to the scooter and rolled to the bathroom. I yelled from the top of my lungs as I left to head back to the couch... FREEDOM!!! If I had blue face paint it would have enhanced the warrior now blooming inside. The movement was such a great sensation. I don't remember what it felt like when I first started to walk as a baby, but I bet it was close to that... or it was like when you drive a car for the very first time, a new independence. We pimped out the scooter with a cup holder, a fluffy seat, stickers, and an air freshener for a little fun. I could roll to the bathroom, to the kitchen, to the couch and to...!!!??? the bottom of the stairs. Baby steps.