Almost a year now had gone by and I have literally wore off the back legs of one walker. I was then walking about five miles a day and I was getting some response out of my left leg. It was beginning to act like my right leg did when this all began.

At just about 1 1/2 years into my illness I had doubled my miles of walking to 10 and getting better all the time. I was on my way back to the house on day and I saw Linda at the mail box maybe 100 yards away. I yelled to say hi and as she waved back I threw the walker to the ground. I started to walk on my own!!!! It certainly wasn't pretty but I was moving. It took me quite a while to cover that 100 yards but I did it. It was quite an emotional embrace we both shared at that moment. I never used the walker again but kept it to remind myself of where I once was and how far I have traveled.