
Had I listened to my fears I wouldn’t have ventured walking around our condo without a cane a month after my mild stroke.
At first I hesitated; I calculated. I rehearsed which pieces of furniture to hold on to. I even counted the steps from the bedroom to the bathroom. I pictured in my mind how a normal person would walk. Was it heel, toe first? Or was it toes and then heels?
When I finally dared I forgot completely about the counting and the style of steppings. It was a liberation, not to think at all.