At first, I thought a cane would mean,
"I have given up."
Now, about 18 months after starting to use
a cane, I see my cane as a help mate.
A security blanket, if you will.
When the shooting pain starts,
I have my happy tangerine cane to
support me, pull the car door closed,
or knock something off the top shelf.
I don't recommend the knocking off
but it has come in handy.
OMHU, the makers of my trusty cane, have
been added to my blogroll. Check it out
for encouragement.
I so love that your cane is sporting some style! I love the color orange btw!
ReplyDeleteTake care,
Sue
Happy Weekend, Sue,
DeleteThe orange color seems to go with everything. Funny, I am often asked if I have canes to match my outfits. For now it's just my tangerine treasure.
xxxooo e
Eugenia,
ReplyDeleteYour tangerine cane, aside from being your trusted companion, is very chic, I might add! Along with your 'new and improved' attitude, you two are stylishly unstoppable!
xo
Poppy
Poppy,
DeleteWho knew, my disability would empowered me in ways I could not have imagined. Mobility, I liked to walk really fast, is compromised but I continue to expand beyond my wildest dreams.
Thank you for your uplifting comments.
xxxoo e
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My Dear Genie ~
ReplyDeleteI am all for whatever it takes to get us from here to there when we are in pain.
And you look too darn cute with Mr. CandyCane :)
Love you My Sweet!
Danette