Another year has passed, and while my mobility is still an issue and restricts many activities on Saturday, I met an old acquaintance whom I’d not seen for a couple of years. An acquaintance who loved to dance and hike and was waiting to retire to Portugal. She was in a wheelchair. Her foot was clamped in what I can only describe as a cage attached to her foot with metal spikes driven into her foot. I cringed as I tried to imagine the pain, discomfort and frustration she must be feeling. I was reminded that my situation could be far worse and I should be thankful. I am lucky. I can still drive, walk and dance with rests. She wore her discomfort with a smile and a shrug… and hope. Hope that one day she would recover.
The pre-tourist season is already in full swing, and I’ve resigned myself to the fact that you can’t live in a beautiful area and not share.
Piglet in Portugal 
Whatever it is she’s been battling the problem, some sort of rare infection, for 5 years (not sepsis). Her English is limited
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That does indeed seem very sad.
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And yes it’s always easy to look around and find reasons to be grateful. And work hard to maintain what mobility we have…heavy sigh.
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Try not to feel sad for the things we have lost but look forward to explore new opportunities as they present.
That is hard. Hubby said to me only today, you don’t walk any more. No, I don’t. Haha I walk miles in the garden each day and it is nautures gym :)
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But actually getting out and walking, not in the garden, is good for hips and knees and mental health. Even with a full garden day I still head off down the trail or road with the dog. Stretches me into a standing position and makes me appreciate my day. Bernie
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Sounds like what she was in is a external fixator for a fracture
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