It was a beautiful day. Bright and sunny, with not a cloud in sight as only it could be in Florida, my home state. I sat on the green, diamond patterned metal bench admiring the beauty of all that was around me when I felt a slight squeeze in my left hand, bringing me back down to planet Earth.
“Wanna go on Space Mountain?” asked my husband, his face glistening with a slight sweat but thrilled nonetheless.
“Sure! Let’s go.” I replied, as I flashed him a grin.
We strolled to the entrance of a very familiar indoor roller coaster without a worry in the world. As we walked through rows of metal line-forming bars, the ground sloped and the lights dimmed. Andres and I giggled as we quickly passed moving images of suns and stars and planets. As the ground continued to incline, my pace slowed. Steeper and steeper the floor angled, we joked about how much further we would have to go. Steeper and steeper- OK now- too steep. The pain came and so did the sweat as I huffed with exertion. He soon disappeared behind a corner as he sifted through the line casually. I grabbed onto the metal bars just in time. My knees, they weren’t working and the pain was too much to handle. I tried so hard to keep going, to reach the summit. I felt as though the weight of the world were crushing my now-swollen joints.
Suddenly, I wasn’t in the darkened tunnel of the line, I was in my bedroom- awake now- but something was off. Why hadn’t the pain gone away? Why were my knees and ankles still hurting as though I had just climbed a steep hill? Oh yeah… I remember now. This is just another symptom of a very familiar condition. More familiar than the entrance to my husband’s favorite ride at a popular theme park. These thoughts and images of what really happened on our Disney World vacation flooded my mind. I never climbed that steep hill. The exertion wasn’t my own, it was my husband’s as he pushed me in my wheelchair through the rows of metal bars. The only two things in common of this dream and my reality is the pain that’s always there and the happiness we shared that week.
I smiled as I closed my eyes, realizing that even though the pain will always be there, so will the joy and the laughter Andres and I share be. And that is worth everything in the world to me.
|Hubby and I at our hotel, Disney’s Port Orleans Resort French Quarter|
—Based on true events—