My youngest son has invited my oldest son,my husband,& me to have lunch with him & hangout at his new apartment. He’s going to cook lunch & we’re having adult beverages. All that is wonderful & exciting. The dreaded part is…there are tall,steep steps leading up to his apartment. I can’t walk up & down steps. It leaves me unable to breathe & is murder on my lower back,hips,& knees. I climbed those steps once before & nearly died…couldn’t breathe…unbearable pain…swelled up like an over-inflated balloon. I couldn’t talk. I thought I was going to die in my son’s new apartment. Going down the steps was even worse. It was a long way down & nothing to hold on to but a wobbly railing. When I finally reached the ground I felt like I had won the lottery.