Neil Taylor
New life
When you can no longer see and are recovering from cancer surgery, a simple meal in a Chinese restaurant becomes a hurdle to conquer
After heartfelt good-byes and good-lucks from those who had helped me and cared about me at the hospital, my mom and I crossed what felt like an endless parking lot at a snail's pace. I had not yet gained mastery of the walker I was leaving with. It shimmied and bounced in front of me under the uneven pressure of my weak arms.
Once I was seated in the passenger side of my mom's car, she leaned over and located the seat belt for me. I felt like a decrepit old man. I promised myself that I would learn to do things on my own as soon as possible, but I certainly wasn't there yet.