The ups and downs of my body like a ride of sorts. Since I can’t drive, I think of it like a bus ride.

There are days where I feel like I’m almost myself again, where my body is almost like it was. I can walk without my cane and I’m just carrying it. I go without it at home and short distances at work.

Then there are the other days, where I even take the cane to the washroom, just to be careful, it just depends on my body that day.

Today was an incredible day. I had to stand on all the busses I took to and from work. No one got up to give me a seat and only one driver got on the intercom to ask for someone to give me a priority seat. Nobody got up, but that’s okay.

I had to hold on to the poles as the bus moved. That’s something I haven’t been able to do in more than a year.

I rode the bus like I used to: squashed in and standing as the bus moved along. It was odd and kind of freeing being able to do that again. I proved I could do it. I got even more daring at lunch, leaving it at my desk. I figured that if I could remain upright on a moving bus, I could do anything.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring me,  what my body will do, but I’m thankful for today.  I remained standing on a moving bus and didn’t fall down. That made me feel like a super hero.

I wonder what my name would be? The Wolf? Mr. Awesome? Hmmm, probably need to work on that.