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The other day, I \u00a0picked up my older son from school and tripped and fell on the way back to the parked car. It happens sometimes.\u00a0 As we waited at a stop sign \u00a0on our way home, I saw\u00a0one of the dad’s from his\u00a0kindergarten class 3 \u00a0years ago walking in front of us. \u00a0I knew he had had a stroke a few years back.\u00a0He walked with a limp and\u00a0for the first time, I saw him crossing\u00a0\u00a0the street using\u00a0two canes. As I stared at him through the windshield, I decided,\u00a0somewhat spontaneously, that there was no better time to broach the subject of \u00a0a cane with my son than at that moment. “Oh look, X’s dad has two canes. Maybe I’ll get one like his,” I said. And then waited. Right away he responded, “You’re going to get a cane, mommy? That looks weird! That would be weird. I don’t think you should get one.” Of course, I validated his feelings with a simple, “Yes, you’re right. It would look different.” He went on to ask why I needed one. I explained that I didn’t necessarily\u00a0need<\/em> one, but that as different and as “strange” \u00a0as it would be to use one, I’d rather be safe than actually risk getting hurt. And so we left it at that. And that was satisfactory to him.<\/p>\n

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It was the first time I had put it out there to him. And like any 7 year old, his main concern was what it would look like.\u00a0He wasn’t concerned about what it\u00a0meant. He wasn’t worried that this indicated\u00a0I was progressing, that I was getting worse, that it was becoming harder and harder to hold off from\u00a0adding any new assistive devices or hardware into our soft and cozy life. I was grateful for his naivet\u00e9. I\u00a0have always\u00a0cherished his unawareness of the true reality of my disease and will do so for as long as it lasts, but\u00a0I am also well aware that he is a bright and attuned little boy and it’s only a matter of time before he starts to truly understand.<\/p>\n

To be quite honest, I don’t even know how to blog about the prospect of a cane. There is such a nightmarish surrealness to it. \u00a0I have trouble even believing that tonight, this night, September 16th, 2014, I am writing about how I will need a cane.<\/p>\n

It started a couple of weeks ago. My husband and I were out to dinner and we decided to stop for ice cream on the way home. We parked across the street, a boulevard in fact, and halfway through the crosswalk we realized we weren’t going to make it in time. That hadn’t happened in a while. Probably because we usually either park close to where we’re going or he drops me off and then parks. And maybe because we had just had such a fun dinner and some wine, I almost forgot to consider that maybe it was a bad idea. So after we made it across safely enough, \u00a0for the first time we had a frank discussion about the fact that it was probably time to take that next step. And what was amazing about that talk was that it didn’t feel overly emotional. It felt very rational and logical.<\/p>\n

And so I rode that feeling and the momentum that came along with it. I asked my in-laws to bring down the wooden cane that belonged to my husband’s grandfather (which has been staring at me every time went up there to visit). \u00a0I then even made an appointment to officially be fitted for a cane with the physical therapy department at Kaiser (scheduled for tomorrow afternoon). I was on it. I was doing it. I was making jokes about blinged out, diamond-encrusted canes and\u00a0canes of different colors to accessorize my outfits. And on and on. And then today came. And all that courage and conviction I had been wearing started to unravel. I started to ask myself questions- do I really need to go in? (I had received a call saying that a cane was actually ready to be delivered regardless of whether I showed up). The physical therapist will most likely never have heard of HIBM and I’ve been there before and it’s not fun. Will he causally say something unintentionally insensitive that will\u00a0ruin me?\u00a0Will it really be that productive? Will the emotional cost outweigh the benefit, if any? Then, on the other hand, what if he has some insights into something, anything that could be helpful? What if there are lots of different canes to choose from and he can only know the best \u00a0one for me once he sees me? And then it’s- I’m not actually going to start using it on a daily basis yet, so why not wait until I really truly need it all the time?<\/p>\n

So I’ve spent tonight talking, processing, crying, trying to figure out what to actually do tomorrow. But the most painful truth underneath it all is that it doesn’t matter whether or not I show up to\u00a0the basement of Kaiser tomorrow to be fitted for a cane. That’s irrelevant. The fact is that I’ve reached the stage in my disease where I’m actually starting to need one. Where there’s no corner of denial for me to run and hide in. Where there’s objective evidence that I am continuing to get worse no matter\u00a0what I do, what I eat, how much I exercise and how many supplements I take. It’s one thing to have this disease. It’s another thing to have to wear braces which I can hide when I want to. But this. This is not a little step down. This is a staircase down. This is me 8.5 years in. I can try not to think about me in another 8.5 years. But the truth is, by then it won’t being going from good to bad. It will be going from bad to worse.<\/p>\n

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These \u00a0moments are by far the hardest.\u00a0These moments when the reality is no longer just floating around and hovering overhead but instead\u00a0actually starting to land. I keep trying to steer it away. Anywhere but here, I beg. But it’s useless. Eventually, it does what it always does. It parks right down in front of me. So I’ll stare at it for a while. I know I’ll have to climb\u00a0in eventually. But for now, I think I’m just trying to get used to it being parked in my front driveway.<\/p>\n

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The other day, I \u00a0picked up my older son from school and tripped and fell on the way back to the parked car. It happens sometimes.\u00a0 As we waited at a stop sign \u00a0on our way home, I saw\u00a0one of the dad’s from his\u00a0kindergarten class 3 \u00a0years ago walking in front of us. \u00a0I knew<\/p>\n

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