Hope

step by step by step by step by step...five steps to be exact.

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.

How the family entertained themselves while I was in surgery.

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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