Thanksgiving cold
I went out for Thanksgiving. I went home, my childhood home. I haven’t been there again in years. We certainly didn’t know if I could last in a wheelchair for the duration of dinner. To complicate matters I needed to use my hooveround, not my main wheelchair, because the ramps are fitted according to that wheelchair. It didn’t matter I did really well. I sat through all of dinner. I sat at the table with my family. I was very…