I feel shaky and teary but in a good, albeit very emotional, way.
I got up the back steps with the physical therapist today.
REPEAT: I GOT UP THE BACK STEPS BY MYSELF.
I got weepy. Ernie was openmouthed.
It wasn’t easy and I wouldn’t want to have to listen to my accompanying grunts but it gave me so much hope. And as much as I really try to be both positive and realistic, hope just hasn’t really been winning of late.
I think I’m going to have one more in home session then switch to outpatient. Gulp. But I did it. And if I did it once, I can do it again. I know there will be setbacks but there will also be moments like today. And God in heaven am I going to savor them.
Onward.
Love,
Cynthia
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Yes! 🙌 keep pressing on! So encouraging!
And the crowd went wild! 🎉📣👏🥳🎊♥️