When I was a girl, my grandma had a cane. She never used it to walk. She used it to hook things she dropped, or to whack her dog or one of us. (She was not mean to the dog or to us, her whack was not hard, it was similar to tap with a rolled up newspaper to gain our attention.) I don’t think I ever saw the cane in her hand unless she was sitting on her spot on the couch; the far right end of the couch, directly in front of the tv.
She would never have considered going out to the market, church or doctor with a cane. It was strictly a pride issue.
I have decided to use a cane when I need it. I am too young to park in my spot (the recliner) and stay there. If taking a cane means I can go places more comfortably, I intend to use it.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t whack someone with it to gain their attention…