On the eve of pulse 26, I can't help but reflect on some things that people here as well as in my day-to-day life have suggested to me. The suggestions have been good, considerate ones, and I recognize that; however, I have decided not to take the suggestions, at least not yet.
What suggestions am I referring to? I'm referring to the suggestion that I get a cane or a walker. I refuse, outright, until I have no other choice. And despite the hell I put myself through, I have a choice, and I choose to fight.
This is a war and a battle I fight daily and I won't give in. I won't lose this battle if I can help it. Walking unaided is something I need to do, something I very much want to do, something I will fight to do for as long as I can. I will continue to fight to do it, every day. I have the scars to show that this has been a long battle but I'm not about to stop or give in.
So, I look ahead to pulse 26 which I'll be starting on Saturday morning. I'll enter into it like the allies landed on the beach at Normandy. We lost a lot but won the battle. I intend to win this battle, come what hell may come.