I had to ask a stranger for help the other day. Not
to just open or hold a door for me but to readjust me. A bit more intimate. It
was 12:45 pm. I was in our building’s courtyard. My foot had slipped off the
footplate of my wheelchair. I had tried swinging it up myself to no avail. I
knew it was 12:45 because I looked at the time to see how long it would be
until Adam would be home (at least 4 ½ hours). I knew I couldn’t wait. My leg
had already started to ache. I made up my mind. Rachel, you need to ask someone
for help. I knew I needed someone who was strong enough to lift my leg and
preferably spoke English. Finally, an acquaintance walked out with his dog. I
asked him to put my foot back. He looked, lifted, no big deal. I thanked him
profusely. Done.
It was harder on me than it should have been. It took strength to admit I needed help. I have to
accept I can’t do everything on my own anymore. Asking for help does not
admit weakness. With multiple sclerosis,
constant adjustments need to be made, the most difficult of which aren't always
changes in physical routines, but revisions in attitude. When you have MS there
are times when you need to put your health and comfort above your pride.