Maria,
let's start with where I live..Charleston, SC., and used to live in Cocoa Beach, FL. Had a wreck and moved here for the medicals.
Now, I am a Virgo-Libra cusp. I am an artist and see beauty everywhere...even here. There is a lot of history in this city and in a way, reminds me of where I was born and raised and lived half of my life..Philadelphia, PA. So living here is a cross between FL and Phila. We are surrounded by water here. The Atlantic Ocean and the waterway, rivers, the bay, ETC. Lots of water. I miss Fl and would like to move back, but I don't know how , when my doctors are here. I am being very well cared for by that team.
It takes about 6 or 7 hours to Cape Canaveral..not too far..and about $150.00 RT from Myrtle Bch to Orlando. My friend Frances flies up to spend time when she can.
Let's talk about my physical state after I tell you that my spirit is alive and well, inside this decrepid body. The body is a vehicle for the soul, or spirit as you say.
The body can walk and does well for a little while. I use a cane, and if I have to, I can use one of those electric carts in some stores. I usually do OK if I use a regular cart..I use it for support. When I go out with friends, I have to rest up for a day or so, and then I will have sufficient energy to fight the pain. Pain tires you out..the kind of pain I fight is miserable. I have a neuropathy..or nerve pain, similar to what the diabetics get. It is very painful, plus the chronic pain, and now with all of that, I have a recent injury, for which I se my surgeon on Valentine's day. Some gift..I can't wait..he is so super.
Forget the sympathy..I require none. I wish to be treated as a normal person, and accepted as such.Even with my panic disorder. Pain does not make me a leper. I look completely normal and walk with a slight limp. I use the cane as a reminder to keep my attention on walking, so as not to fall. I also have a walker, which I use after having a nerve block, for support. I also used it after surgery in my quest to learn to walk again. Rehab is hard and it tired me out so much. Every miserable second was worth it..i can walk again. I sleep in a hospital bed, mostly for comfort and for support. It is great. I have it well- disguised with fancy comforter and luxurio