Mom's two-hour trash-pick-up-walks had trickled to treks to the bathroom or kitchen. She hunched over her walker, and said it was painful to be more upright. Her Physician's Assistant listened to my concerns. "Do you think she fell?" "That's possible. Her memory is sketchy and confused at times, so it's difficult to get accurate info … Continue reading Mom’s MRI Questions
There's so many blessings in my life, how can I remember them all? Peace, hope, and love just about covers the list—but I forgot to add joy and laughter to my post on Facebook yesterday. Strength is found in peace, hope, and love...but wellness and stress relief is found in laughter. Laugh on!
God bless William, Elmer, and Alfred—inventors of the *walker for mobility. I'm thankful for the one I used for about six months, and for my eighty-eight-year-old mom having freedom with hers. I think... Mom literally walked her first walker's wheels into shreds, down to the metal. I wished I'd taken a photo. It lasted for … Continue reading Walker and Reacher
I am finally free of my six-month-old friend, Walker. I needed and enjoyed the supportive relationship, but I am ecstatic about saying, "Goodbye, old friend."
E.V. Sparrow 