The Gals are Christie, Angel, Betsy, Jaime And The Guys are Dennis and Cane Elita Sohmer Clayman

I fell on Monday 8 am June 3^rd in my bathroom
before taking a shower. I did a dumb thing, I was wearing little sox and I
raised my left foot to eliminate the sox before I stepped in the stall and
therefore leaned on the right bad leg, knee, thigh and etc. It gave out because
it is not in good shape and down I went on my tussy stuck in a small bathroom
and I could not raise myself up. My husband tried to lift me and I could not
help him. I was able to push myself on my tussy across the adjoining bedroom
all the way to my king size bed and matteress.Believe me it was a hard task and
I finally maneuvered myself and he put a chair there for me to hold onto the
seat. I still could not raise myself up and we finally had to call 911. They
were out with two fine medics in about ten or less minutes; it felt like one
hour. Two young women helped me up with great ease and quiet friendliness. They
were adorable, they told me their names. One was Angel and one was Christie
Brinkley. So I had my own personal Angel and the actress Christie assisting me
in the right position of straight up.

The time on the floor was monstrous and hard. I went to my
dear, competent Physician Assistant Dennis H. Myers and he checked me out and
other than hurting a lot, I did no bad damage to my senior body. I need Aleve
for a few days, no exercising, using the pretty cane I had been resisting doing
and heat, some additional Tylenol to assist me some in hurting and having my
personal good looking eighty-three year old husband assisting me in other
things. It is no fun but I did not hurt anything seriously so far.My Angel, my
Christie and my beloved Dennis all saved me. My husband was there throughout
the ordeal and by my side.

There is a saying, not mine, but a good one. It says “Walk
through life with me, the best is yet to come.” I hope so.Walking right now is
difficult, I have learned since yesterday to use the cane.  You hold it in the opposite hand of the
injured area. So I hold it in my left hand, put the cane forward, then the left
foot, then the right foot. It is almost like learning a new dance step. Left,
left, right and back to left etc. I call it my left cane pain step. Wow, back
to learning a dance step makes me feel young again. We learned so many steps in
those days of 1977-2002. A long time of learning, loving, living, linking,
liking and being lucky in doing so.

There is another saying, not mine, “Never give up, ever.” So
I cannot give up, I will walk again, maybe even better. I am seeing for
another  opinion, a new to me orthopedic
doctor on Friday and maybe, if I am lucky one of those L’s mentioned above, he will
give me a magic shot and voila, I will be able to walk better, dance again and
not hurt again from the bad knee. I will not fall again and I will be able to
get up more easily from a seat just like when I was a young girl. My new friend
the black cane will assist me when needed. I notice lots of people using canes
and I should not be so silly not to rely on it, especially when outside or
going in a building. My pride kept me from trying to use it when it was deemed
necessary by the doctor and the physical therapist many months ago. I notice
people have fancy and colored canes, really ‘cute’ ones and they move along
with them as if they were at a social dance and doing their ‘dance exhibition.’
Imagine, I am comparing using a cane to a dance step. That is OK for now.

My cane is my new friend and I will make the most of it.

 I will no longer
think of it as an enemy that makes me look like an old lady. It is my friend,
my helper. Frank Crane said “a friend is a person you dare to be yourself
with.”

So here is to my cane, my friend, my object I can be myself
with, I do not need to hide my fear of being seen with it; it can change colors
like a dress or blouse if I choose for it to do, and most of all it will be my
assistant, just as Christie, Angel and Dennis did yesterday. They supported me
getting up off the floor and to heal.

Dr. Betsy Mc Caughey who is probably the only person in this
country who has read the Obamacare Health Law said that when she gets tired
from work, she “goes to visit my rosebushes at night.” I presume she means she
turns on the outside light of her home and looks at her pretty flowers and that
calms and soothes her. I think it a fine saying and my friend Jaime Kalman
Chipko from California says “today is a magical day. I was able to shift my
perception from ego to possibility and I reached out in love to people and I
experienced immediate peace and happiness. To me that is magical.”

Perhaps, I am now reaching out to my cane to assist me in
ordinary walking needs; and along with Christie, Angel and Dennis, who aided me
yesterday, I will find the magic that Jaime expounds and everything will be
magical again. Then I will have to plant some rosebushes like Betsy did, to
look at them at night. Combined with the flowers, the cane, and the magic, I
will be flying high and walking tall.