My kids just knew I needed help lifting and carrying things. I never asked them for help. They stepped up to the plate. In the mid-1980’s, my fatigue worsened. “Post-polio” was not talked about then.
I know there will come a time when I can no longer take care of myself. Right now, getting dressed to go volunteer is a challenging task. But I am determined to live each day to the fullest!
Eventually I will move closer to my kids. I can count on them to help me. I brought them into the world and they will help me be comfortable as possible.