The hardest part for me is admitting that I need an extra set of hands to help me. I want to be able to do it all by myself, but I know I can't and even if I try to I generally fail or increase the likelihood of falling over and hurting myself. Looking back (reflection time!) I was a girl who wanted to be strong and independent in an almost isolating way. I am so very glad that I have learned over the years, and even more through this experience, that it is good for people to help each other, that I enjoy helping others, and people will help me if I need it. It is not shameful to ask for an extra hand, or just to help make life a bit easier. I love the people around me who have been helping me while I've been physically weak, and it acts as a reminder that they will be there for me when I am emotionally or situationally in need too.
Yay love and friends, and communal help!