With unending gratitude for the generosity of family and friends, Mum
Last time I was here at BrightWood was almost 10 months ago. I was here for a few weeks helping out. Back then, you still needed support to attempt walking. First we had to get you into a special seat harness with lines attached to this rolling walking crane
that hovered over you. Then we
would activate the crane's electric motor to help lift you to standing
position and also take up some of your body weight as you stood. It
took all the strength you had to walk 20 steps across the Man Cave. It
took 4 people to make it happen. One person faced you with your hands on
their shoulders to guide you. One person had to operate and roll the
crane, one person was on their knees to help you begin to lift your left
foot up to initiate a step. And a nurse was next to you to take vitals
and operate suction if necessary. In the beginning, we would stop
about half way across the room and the nurse would take your blood
pressure and pulse. Sometimes you would need to sit down in your
wheelchair, which was always close by, like a loyal tired dog.
|Fall of 2012|
Sometimes we sat across from each other, so close our knees touched, and slowly passed a nerf ball underhand to each other. Sometimes you would miss the ball and sometimes your hand could not release the ball. I never saw you get angry, you just kept trying. This was just a small part of your daily routine. Your physical therapy was arduous, every day, and you were always ready for more.
Then this Saturday, I watched in awe as you walked down to the side of the house to toss the football with your Uncle Clarence, your Aunt Lobie's husband. From twenty feet away, you tossed the football with Clarence for at least thirty minutes. You spiraled the ball about 95% of the time, caught almost every toss and never seemed tired of the play.
Then with your mom on one side and your nurse on the other, you walked across the pastures, unlatched four gates, and walked into the stable aisle where you were welcomed with the neighing of horses and the smell of scattered straw. Then you stood on your own, while holding Finn's lead line, as he grazed on warm September grass.
It was a wonderful day. I continue to be amazed at your progress and grateful for all of the numerous people who have touched this family's life as you have found your way home to us again.
Love Aunt Tricia