Gwen broke my heart today. She asked “Am I going to be in a wheelchair the rest of my life?” What do I tell her? Lie and say oh no you will be up and around soon or you have PSP which start with “Progressive” meaning yes you will most likely be consigned to a wheelchair the remainder of your too short, for me, life.
What happened?
Today we brought a man out to fit her for a custom wheelchair which Medicare will pay for every five years. He told her she needed a 60 pound wheelchair which reclines and is very comfortable. She is pretty darn smart and connected all the dots – “I’m in a wheelchair forever and it’s really heavy so no more MDX SUV. From now on it’s the wheelchair accessible Chrysler minivan. Plus he told her he went to A&M but we could see he was not wearing the ring so we both thought he was lying.
What are we going to do? I don’t know. I did not really like the guy either but I don’t like anyone very much. We have an appointment with UTSouthwestern on September 5 for a wheelchair fitting. Maybe we will wait until then?
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