We here are all tied down to the utmost because of Mike, and I don't have the luxury of a clear mind and long days away from home. When someone is symptomatic and bedridden most of the time, and spoon fed medication every 2 hours, it's just too difficult to get away anywhere, except the necessary doctors appointments and local shopping. Everyone is working shifts. Nor do I have a partner, that's another big reason that keeps me at home.
After Bob died, Mike was my traveling partner. We liked to do the same things and have similar interests, and he would not have had a problem helping me. He was the reason I was able to travel with a very sick Bob in those last years. He came with us to load oxygen tanks, lift wheelchairs in and out, do most of the driving, etc. But he's the one who needs 100% help now.
The girls are not interested in the same things I am, nor do they have the patience Mike had, and when they go out, it's with their boyfriends. They need some relaxation time, too, and I have no desire to put shlepping me on them, after they have been shlepping Mike.
Again, I'm not saying it's giving in or giving up to use a scooter. I'm saying it's brave to keep on going, and altho I'm stifled due to circumstance, I keep going any way I can. It's the hardest thing I've ever done, and therefore I consider myself a warrior.
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