The emotional stage, and keeping my humor
I started to get emotional today, just a bit but I definitely felt a clear wave of emotion. At dinner, I almost cried. I just wanted to have one of my freezer meals, and I wanted to do it myself. As I made my way to the garage door on my scooter, I realized I couldn't get down there, not safely. There was not only not enough room to get to the garage door from the foyer with the scooter or crutches but the step is big and complicated. I literally just froze. Of course, immediately both Diane and my mom came in and basically did it for me, almost scolding me for not asking for help. But in that moment and a few afterwards I felt helpless, absolutely helpless. And a bit hopeless. Whats going to happen when no one is around a few days? But then a different thought occured...I thought of others way less "blessed" than me, who deal with worse everyday. It's humbling- and eye-opening. I learned even more about myself. I hate not being able to help myself. I really don...