I spent yesterday in the hospital emergency room being re-hydrated with IV fluids after being ill for a couple days and was deeply saddened by thinking that I would not be able to be at my daughter's 12 week check up with the surgeon. Today was the day to find out if she could, finally, walk on BOTH feet.
Weak, but determined, I made it to that appointment and I listened as the doctor told her to "walk, walk, walk". We discussed a plan for her physical therapy and any future complications that may arise, but the high point was when he said that she could wear both shoes and wean herself from her crutches as she got stronger.
The wheelchair I was blessed to find that afforded B freedom to attend classes and be part of the world, now will receive a good clean up (snow, dirt residue) and find a new home in storage.
Can I begin to say how truly grateful I am ? To see B's face when the doctor told her to walk..... to watch her put her other shoe on...... to see her get out of her wheelchair and put both feet on the floor and walk, albeit gingerly, was an experience that humbles this mother's heart.
I consider it the most precious Christmas gift I will receive this year.