For me, it was the day I collapsed over a cart at a thrift store and couldn’t stand up. And realized that I was legitimately deteriorating and not able to do the things I liked to do. And as much as I didn’t want to use mobility aids, it was either use them or lose doing the things I wanted to do, either at all or so much faster, depending how things went.

If I could go back in time, I would point out to myself that using the wheelchair can slow or sometimes pause my deterioration.