RDP #76: Freedom

Baseltor 30.07.2018

In the olden days our town was closed down for the night to stop others getting in, or was it to let the people get out? One way or the other freedom had many meanings in olden times.

Personally I have discovered the meaning of freedom when I no longer have it. I could always come and go as I pleased, it was a natural part of life. It was because I could do this it never had a deeper meaning. Today, especially over the last couple of years, I have realised what freedom is. I was perhaps one of the lucky ones, as my MS was “only” diagnosed 3 years ago. I did not realise that I was slowing down and that my problems with walking were an MS reason. I would tire out quicker and long walks suddenly became a burden more than an exercise in the fresh air.

And so the problem was clarified by a specialist and complicated examinations, I had MS. Ok, no big deal, many people have MS and I was one of the “lucky” ones as my problems were not as bad as others, although I got tired quite quickly. Suddenly my walks were reduced to half an hour at the most. If I fell it was a big problem to get back on my feet, although once I was up I could move again. I slowly became a prisoner in my own home and body, only going places with Mr. Swiss in the car. I could still drive a car. My problem is my left leg which decided to detach itself from my body now and again, but who needs a left leg to drive an automatic gear change in a car. You only need a right foot. I was hobbling around with a cane most of the time, but could still move independently within my own 4 walls. It got to the point where my freedom was limited going into the garden because I fell now and again.

One day we had a discussion about it and I decided the solution was a wheelchair, but an electric one. I wanted to regain my independence and did not want an official wheelchair-pusher. Wheelchairs seem to be an threat hanging over your head if you spoke to the experts. They would warn you that I should be careful otherwise ……… and all that jazz. I got there before them. I decided why not and so I did it all my own. I did not ask the doctor or specialist I had a look around and found the place where I could buy one, not too far from where I live, just a short journey. And now I am free again.

Since last Christmas I have my wheelchair. It was delivered, suited to my taste and a guy came with it to give me first instructions. I remember my first trial run around my home outside. The guy came with me. Opposite our place there is a steep ramp to get to the path.


I asked him if I could do that, and he said “try” and I got to the top in no time, although the first few weeks I avoided the ramp and took the straight path. I only did local trips for the first few months and then came Spring and I went a little further. I realised combining the new experience with photography was ideal. I did not have to carry my camera and only take one lens with me. I organised a nice roomy bag and now I am on my way with the camera and 3 lens, what could be better.

It was only last month that I chanced my first trip into the local town with the cobblestones, but I survived. I am surviving too well it seems as I now disappear quite often for a wheelie. I have my freedom of movement again and it is a decision I have never regretted. I noticed a certain reluctance, almost shock, when I informed my doctor and specialist, but I know I did the right thing. I had regained my freedom again.

RDP #76: Freedom

14 thoughts on “RDP #76: Freedom

  1. I love that the ‘wheelchair’ guy said “try” and you did, from reading your posts over the last while I think you are a person who will always TRY and will never be defeated. Thank you for posting this.

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    • Medical advice is always good, but there are times when you have to make your own decisions. I only use the wheelchair outside. It makes daily life so much easier. Mr. Swiss also has his problems so we can no longer take walks together, one of the things I miss and so does he

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  2. I totally agree. You did the absolutely right thing! If I had a town nearby, I’d do the same thing, but it gets much more complicated because it’s miles to town and there are no sidewalks or other amenities. And our car isn’t set up to carry a wheelchair, either. Though … you never know. We may yet figure something out. Where there is life, there is hope. Meanwhile, I can walk. Very, very slowly. And not for much distance, but I’m still on my feet. Sometimes.


  3. I love your attitude toward the wheelchair. It’s so odd to me that many people (some I know) regard their (motorized) wheelchair as a prison. I know if such a thing had existed when my dad was dealing with MS, his life would have been so much better and he would have been so much more free. I feel the same as you. Freedom is the ability to move around at one’s discretion. We both fight hard for that. ❤

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    • It was when I realised that everyone was worrying about me and my accidents. They were not stopping me from going anywhere, they were getting very worried. I then realised that a wheelchair would be the solution. I could still go out if someone was with me, but now I can go when I want to. I was lucky that I had enough money to pay for it, but being a golden oldie I no longer have interest in buying this and that and prefer to spend my money on stuff that improves my life style. I am also lucky to live in an area where I can use it. My wheelchair is my freedom. Prison is being at home and not going anywhere, because you cannot go anywhere if your legs won’t go with you.

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