Wish I had a maid

I really wish I had a maid to come in and help me clean this house.  Since the cancer and the difficult knees, housework is so hard now.  People don't really appreciate their mobility until it is taken from them then stark reality sets in.  It is not easy to get use to but you do it anyway.  Why does it seem like nothing will ever happen to us then boom! It does and we can't believe it.  I look at people who walk, run or jog and I remember...hoping they appreciate the power they have to be "normal". To be able to just stand up and walk whichever way you decide.  It's precious, so take nothing for granted.
I once was blindfolded and led by a seeing eye dog, just to get the sense of what visually impaired people go through and it was aweful.  They became my new heroes.  I tell others to live each day as if it is your last, yet I sit around wishing I could meet someone, or just get up and walk normal.  But I don't have the confidence anymore to think someone would want me.  I changed so much since the cancer.  Even my hair, when it came back, is so curly and wild, not like it use to me which was just some body to it.  Losing my hair was the hardest.  It was so hard to accept, watching it come out piece by piece until I had it all cut off and shaved.  I can't even remember doing it, so that just shows you how a person can block things out, painful memories. I gess that's why travel is so important to me.