Walking out the door electrified and with the ability to use both hands (since I had ditched the Mamba) I took my first steps as a free man. I walked to the trunk of my car and stuffed in all of my now useless equipment. I felt like I was in a gangster flick as I closed the lid. As I drove home my mind raced with possibilities, “I could go to the zoo…or the game…I could walk around the mall…I hate the mall, never mind.” So when I got home I got out of the car and walked two driveways away from my house and turned around and came back, totally wiped out from the trek.
It took me a few more months of physical therapy with Mary but eventually my strength came back and my left leg muscles grew to match my normal sized right leg. To this day I am still blown away by the fact that I am able to normally walk around considering what I thought was going to be the next stop on my journey through MS.
There is a brand new motorized scooter in my garage, its sweet; it has a basket a headlight and a holder for the Mamba. In the basket is the card for the contractor that measured my house for ramps so I could drive up into my house. When I took delivery of the scooter I was a wreck, it was all I could do to not break down and cry after the delivery guy took off. I sat there in my driveway on a sunny, cold November morning and thought to myself “This is really happening, this is it?”
I took it out for a spin and went around the block once and then I put it in the garage where it still sits. It was somewhere soon after that ride that I made the changes in my life that have lead me to this point in my journey, it was then that I took on a warrior mentality. By changing my diet and getting the crazy leg zapper full of alien technology I am now able to walk around the block with my family, happily kicking MS down the block as we go.
Be a Warrior Today,