“My physiotherapist probably wouldn’t be thrilled about this,”, I said to my niece as we made our way toward Lennox Head’s beach. It’s been precisely six months since my amputation, and navigating uneven surfaces, especially sandy beaches, remains a considerable challenge.
‘What’s the worst that could happen? I might take a tumble, but it’s just sand, so no serious damage,’ I joked.
Despite having visited the beach several times post-amputation, today marked my first venture down to the waterfront. A text message earlier from a hospital acquaintance sparked the idea, reminding me of a rehabilitation goal we had discussed.
Intrigued, I proposed during lunch at the Lennox Head Hotel, ‘How about we attempt a stroll to the beach?’
Navigating the route took some effort; crossing the road and finding the best path down to the sand presented challenges. Unlike Sydney beaches, there was no smooth pathway—only a somewhat ‘vague’ trail.
The key to traversing the sand was a deliberate, slow pace.
With each step, the journey became more manageable, the sand firming up as we approached the water.
Upon reaching the water’s edge, a wave of emotion hit me, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit teary, contemplating the significance of this moment in my rehabilitation.
Realizing that my walking stick was gradually sinking into the sand, I decided it was time to make the journey back.
A great personal achievement for the end of 2023, looking ahead to 2024.
Good on you James. Won’t be long and you’ll be rid if that stick.
Happy and prosperous New Year for 2024.
Thanks Rod, and best wishes to you also.
Do you think you’ll be making it to the Memorial Baths?
Not this time, as I’m already back here. Co-incidentally, I actually thought of you today, and the lovely visit you paid when I was in hospital. Hope you are well.