Walking with a Cane

That's what my Dad has finally decided to do. Since the accident -- well, even before the accident -- we all tried to get him to begin using a cane. His balance wasn't terribly good, and he complained of a feeling that his feet were in constant motion, even while seated in a chair. It made standing and walking a difficult enterprise, but he staunchly refused to use a cane.

At his request, I bought one as a Christmas gift last year. He used it in public exactly one time -- when my Brother and I treated both parents to Hairspray at the OC Performing Arts Center. Then, it disappeared into some vacuum that we affectionately call their hall closet.

But now that he's recovered for the most part from the brain surgery and most of his memory has returned, he realized that balance was still a big issue for him. So he found the cane and takes it wherever he goes. He uses it regularly now, and every time I've dropped in for a visit or they've come up to see me, he proudly walks around with his cane.

Now, if we could only convince him that he really doesn't want to drive.

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