The Anticipation of an International Symposium for Wheeled Seating Solutions

I would be telling fibs if I said that by now, I’m getting excited.  If you are a loyal reader, you both will remember that I tried out a number of wheelchairs over the past 6 months and came to an agonising cliff hanger.  This cliff hanger took place in my own chair though, so no one was the wiser…

But, on International Wheelchair Day, a day when Wheelchairs become International Business Wheelchairs and International Spy Wheelchairs and International Rock Star Wheelchairs, I am going to share with you my choice, but only after I’ve waffled a bit. 

I believe that Wheelchairs play more than just the part of being a choice of mobility to replace or supplement where walking is not an option.  My wheelchair has always been a part of who I am. Touch the handle and I feel it.  I sense all going on around my chair. 

My wheelchair has to be my word day suit, my evening rest attire, my play time overalls, my sick time comfort.  It is the item that I am seen in most – it must represent all that I am and show me to be the person I chose to be in the first glance and the final good bye.

I got married in my wheelchair, I carried my first born, my second born and third born, all in my wheelchair.  I have laughed in it, cried in it, sang, danced, drank, eaten, broken wind (!) and most of all I have listened in it.  My wheelchair is always there with me.  The current chair has been more so – for this paragraph at least – it has been the only chair MBW, Monkey, Nuzzle and Scratch have ever known.

My chair can go fast, it can go slow, it can corner, it goes straight.  It’s quiet on a smooth surface, it’s noisy on the bumps. 

And for all the amount I wish I were walking today, I know that my choice of mobility now will be my noble stead – and I like the chair I have.

So when you see me next, if you know me, its ok to tell me that my chair looks nice, or it needs a clean.  It’s ok to tell me that my light up wheels make you smile or that having the word “Quickie” on the back is inappropriate in a professional workplace. 

But not everyone has a suitable wheelchair.  They are expensive.  Each is custom made to the user and children especially go through them quickly as they grow.  So, on International Wheelchair Day, this is what I ask of you.  Please go to Whizz-Kidz Donation page and give them a little something if you can. 

And I’ll thank you for it – from my new Xenon, if I can.