You know when the doctor told me that there was nothing he could do for me except put me on experimental drugs and I declined he told me to try to work my muscles as much as I could without hurting. He also gave me a script for a power chair, which I picked up and took home. That was in 2006 . I put that chair in the entry hall and there it sets to this day. I refuse to be seen in it. I refuse to be handicapped. I keep it charged and when my grandson comes up we ride around the house on it . He steers it and is getting pretty good.  When he was a baby and couldn't sleep at night I would ride with him on my lap and the motion would relax and as long as we were moving he would rest. A friend of mine had a power scooter she no longer used so she gave it to me thinking that since it was smaller I would take it with me. I never have. I have however exercized till I couldn't stand up. I go outside and work in my rose garden. I carry a little stool with me so that when I have to I can sit down. I have gotten stronger. I still fall on my face because I move too fast but that is my nature and I don't think I will ever change. Maybe I've bought myself a little time.  I really was looking forward to going on and being with my daughter again but since baby Jamie came along I have wanted to see him grow up.  Anyway I'm sure that the Lord will take me when I'm good enough and not a moment before so I try to be good but then sometime I act a little bad so I can see Jamie some more. That's a woman for you. I just can't be pleased.  So far no one has had to help me up when I fall. I just pick myself up and dust myself off and start all over again.    wicked