I can walk.  Without assistance.  The question is how far.  Our house is nice sized, but I have cut it down.

4 bedrooms.  3 1/2 baths.  What does cut down mean? 

I go where I can.  Upstairs is where I can go, but I just don't go very often.  Yes, I had MS when we got this house, but MS had not gotten worse.  Now I go rarely. 

I can go for emergencies.  Last week, we had some real strong storms.  No problem, right?  Suddenly my son yells that water is coming in his room.   I climbed up and got towels and dried the rainwater. 

It can be done. 

I was interupped as I wrote this document.  Had to walk the dog.  No big deal.  I open the door, walk in, remove my shoes walk two steps and my right leg fails. 

DOWN I GO.  My daughter was eating breakfast.  She was calm.  Complained I did not use the walker.  I crawled to the stairs.  Got up and resumed life. 

Back to walking. 

Do you recall a plinco machine?  The little balls came from the top and fell down.  I walk through the house like a plinco ball.  Bounce a bit, always aware of where a place for stability.

PreCCSVI, I was worse.  I walk better now.  I fight using the walker because I fear becoming addicted to the crutch.  In my mind, that is one step closer to the wheel chair.  Wheel chairs are important.  People need them.  I respect and understand the realities of life.  I just want to stay out of one.  When I do use a wheel chair, I use it as a walker.  I went to a funeral and brought the chair.   The funeral was not, rather it was a recieivng line.  The deceased was a prominent person, so the line was long.  I stood for two hours, just using the chair to help.  I was and am proud that I went.  I stood the whole time, but if I failed I had backup from the chair.

Today I will have lunch, shower up and watch basketball, never leaving downstairs.  Keeping the world close and easy.  Bouncing from place to place, however I will get it done.

Keep it simple, basic, and improve.

God Bless.