I know a woman with a progressive disease that has her confined to a wheelchair and has affected her ability to speak clearly. But she and her husband are able to travel. They go on vacations and they visit her children out of town. In her immobility, in some ways, she's more mobile than I am. I've sometimes envied her even though it's likely that I'll outlive her. I'm not proud of this feeling, but there you have it. This is a confession piece after all.
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You tell 'em, Toni! A friend once offered to buy me a wheelchair or a scooter or whatever I wanted, unable to fathom that the problem with leaving the house wasn't walking -- it was that I passed out if I got off the horizontal. A scooter wasn't going to help that.