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.
