When I got home from the hospital, I did a great deal of sitting. Just getting across the room was a significant challenge; going to the other end of the house to go to the bathroom was a seriously considered undertaking.
I did a lot of observing from my wonderful, cushioned rocker in our living room. By my side, ready at a minute or two’s notice, was the cane I had brought home from the hospital.
Ugly, stainless steel, four little feet at its base to provide better balance, this cane was able to remain standing even when I let it go.Read more on themighty.com