This must really sound dumb ... but it's something that I keep count of due to my unusual life.
I first learned to walk about the age of 12-13 months, according to my Mom.
Then at age 6, I fell victim to a bone disease that put me in a childrens' hospital over 150 miles from my home and family and resulted in me having to learn to walk all over again.
The third 'restart' happened about 4-5 years later when I underwent corrective surgery on my other knee, ending up with crutches etc.
In 1990, the after effects of the original bone situation called for a total hip replacement and yep, that walker and cane gave me the confidence to once again, learn to walk.
Who ever would have thought that after 64 years that old demon would take over my life again! It did, and I ended up undergoing salvage hip surgery in January of 2009 and I'm still in the process of 'learning to walk again' . Oh I can get around with my quad-prong cane, but not without some difficulty.
For someone who has learned to be independent in spite of the inconveniences that have been thrown her way, this is difficult for me to take. I want to be able to get out of chair and step away on my own.
Although my patience is waning, my hopes are still high.
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