Stoic? Why? Venting

I think that sometimes we need to be more "out there" with our limitations so that those around us know that this is a big deal for us. For those who have a less bumpy road on the way to Shittsville...Cancer capitol of the world", this following sub rant does not apply. I've read many posts of people being annoyed at the "pity stares" of others when they were in their bald state, and obviously having chemo. I didn't. I was left with severe neuropathy and with severe osteoporosis, was scared shitless of a fall. So there would be me, bald at a coot and shuffling along with my wheeled granny walker. In a long line at the bank, an employee came up to me, took me to a private cubicle and logged on to the computer and assisted me. No complaints from the other lemmings in line. I was assisted across a pedestrian crossing by a delightful old Asian man who spoke not a word of English and was probably at least twenty years older than me. With smiles, gesticulations and pats on my back, he escorted me across the road. I was thankful and grateful for the consideration and didn't see it as being weak in spirit. Weak in my body, certainly, but not my spirit. My brain'f fucked too...but that is another matter. I continued in this way, through all the process of active treatment, and make it quite clear that there are some things that I simply can't do. Even my grandchildren, 5 and almost 2, know that granny can't pick them up. I can sit down where they can climb into my lap, but no pick ups. The older one has now relinquished his mobile throne, known as Granny's Pram (my walker) and now the little one rides on it in all her elevated splendor. They see my limitations as something special and I don't hide my difficulties from them or anybody else.