When my doctor told me she didn’t want to see me in the building without a walker or a cane, I was slightly mortified. I didn’t want to walk around looking like an old lady. But it helps me keep my balance without my service dog (he is retired from the balance/bracing portion of his work.) And aside from the fact that it helps tremendously with the hip and back pain I have from the cancer invading my bones, it has it’s other advantages too. (I opted for a walker because I kept tripping myself with my cane.)
IT HAS POCKETS!!! Some came on the walker (bottom front), some I added myself (on the sides.)
It doesn’t trip me like a cane does. Yeah, just call me grace.
It has a seat so I can sit down when I need to. Chemo is exhausting.
It has pockets!!! So convenient. I can carry everything I need to appointments.
I can utilize the seat as a table in waiting rooms. Much more sanitary in this day and age.
I can customize it!!! I am loving yarn-bombing it.
People are much nicer when you have a walker. Sad, but true.
Did I mention the POCKETS?!? I just love pockets.
Yeah, those are just some of the reasons I have grown to love my walker. I should name it. Any ideas?
(I was playing with the idea of “Wilbert the Warrior Wagon.”)