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I get heckled on my walks, but what else can I expect with these goggles? They might draw some odd comments, but they’re essential for me. As someone dealing with heart failure, the cold of winter can be a real challenge, and these goggles, albeit ski goggles, provide a much-needed comfort.
Dealing with Heckling
It’s not uncommon for me to hear snide remarks as I walk the streets of my neighbourhood. Some of these comments seem rooted in a strange skiing vernacular, like “Hey Jerry, if you wanna shred the gnar, you gotta head north!” or “Must have been one helluva yard sale!” or “Nothing left in the quiver?”. But sometimes, it’s as straightforward as “Where are your skis, old man? Ha Ha Ha!”
The Importance of My Goggles
Despite the laughter and heckling, I continue to wear my ski goggles. They keep my eyes and upper cheeks warm during my walks, especially when the temperatures drop far below zero. As a person living with heart failure, these walks aren’t a choice for me, they’re a necessity. My cardiologist insists that I walk for an hour each day, without rest. While I haven’t reached that goal yet, I’m working on it, and these goggles help make the journey a little more bearable.
Overcoming Challenges
Walking for me is not just about maintaining my health, it’s a demonstration of perseverance and determination. I have been told that given my health condition, I had a 50% chance of being dead within two years. Yet, I’m still here, still walking, and still fighting. While the journey is hard, and the stairs may feel like my own Everest, I continue to push through, taking it one step at a time.
Raising Awareness for Hidden Disabilities
The ridicule I face feels like discrimination based on disability. My struggles may not be apparent to the onlookers, but they are very real. I believe that society needs to raise awareness about hidden disabilities, just like it does for mental illnesses. Perhaps a day where everyone walks with goggles could be a start.
Learning to Laugh at Life
Despite the challenges, I’ve learned to find humour in my situation. My daughter suggests that as a teenager, I would have probably heckled an old man wearing ski goggles too. She believes that the comments I receive are not about my hidden disability but my unusual fashion sense. Perhaps she’s right. Maybe it’s karma for my youthful transgressions. Regardless, I’ll continue to wear my goggles and work on improving my walking time. Maybe then, I’ll start to see the humour in it all.

