Losing mobility as a result of age related illness, injuries received as a result of an accident or physical issues caused by any health condition is often a devastating blow for the individual concerned. Simplicity of design, robust in nature, lightweight and easy to use, a walker is a ‘godsend’ for the elderly and infirm. When merely a few steps were difficult, often almost impossible, a walker offers a new lease of life for anyone suffering physical frailty.
No laughing matter
It is certainly no laughing matter suffering a stroke. Potentially life threatening, a stroke often leaves behind temporary to permanent disability and a loss of mobility for the sufferer. Losing mobility is like being deprived of freedom. Being unable to walk out of the house or indeed round the house is probably like being interned in solitary confinement.
As well as being a severe blow to the individual, it also places a burden on their loved ones too. The worry that their mum, dad, uncle, granddad or whatever relation is unable to enjoy the freedoms they were once able to is equally devastating. I know this from personal experience.
A sense of humour
As a species we have the gift of laughter and often a wonderful sense of humour. When my mother in law suffered a stroke at the tender age of 70 years old, the prognosis wasn’t good. Frail from years of suffering from diabetes, she was very weak and after the stroke, with loss of mobility she became even weaker. Our family doctor suggested a walking frame or gangstativ as they are referred to.
When we suggested it to mum all we got back in reply from a very proud woman was something like:
…”what do you think I am, old and decrepit and ready for the knackers yard”…
Well, not decrepit mum but certainly old and not likely to run in the London Marathon any time soon. Her sense of humour had not diminished; she responded by saying something like “you’re not too old to get a clip round the ear”. Me at 50 years old at the time!
Anyway, we bought her a walker but she was adamant she would not be using it as she didn’t need it. We left it with her by her bedside and when we left to go home that first day, we were all concerned for her. She loved her garden but now, with her lost mobility even that was a luxury seemingly beyond her reach.
The following day we called round to see her in the morning and let ourselves in and boy, were we surprised. She called out for us to go through to her living room; she was in the kitchen making a cup of tea. That walker which she was adamant she would not use had given her back her mobility.
Yes, she would need more physio and constant attention but here at least she was able to get around her own home. Later we managed to get her in to the garden. The smile on her face stretched from ear to ear. And all the time she was regaining her strength, both physically and mentally.
“I might just start training for the next marathon” she said.
Knowing how bloody minded she can be we would not be at all surprised.