I don’t dare get my hopes up. If I do, and it doesn’t work out, I don’t believe I could handle another crash to the earth. Suffice to say, mom can now sit on the side of the bed. She can move her legs. Therapy has made it to the point where she can move about in the bed with greater ease. Her ability to sit up under her own power, and get in a chair, could be possible in as little as 2-3 months, if her therapy continues.
Right now, she is being evaluated by the insurance company. If they are given the green light, she’ll get another 2-3 months of therapy. If not, the therapy ends here. She believes she’ll be able to walk again. I still hold out hope that she will.
Regardless, this has to go somewhere. I’d like those dreams where I die young, alone, unloved, and in poverty to be nothing more than just bad dreams.