Yesterday Mom had her follow-up appointment with her neurosurgeon. He gave her the all-clear! He'd done a culture with the biopsy material to make sure there were no diseases or anything unpleasant like that. Nope. She's fine.
Now she is free to really tackle her therapy to strengthen her weak legs so she can get up out of that wheelchair.
What a journey. I remember a few weeks ago feeling elated that she could sit in a wheelchair. Now we move to the mastery of a walker, then a cane, then TA-DA, her own two feet.
S l o w l y. S l o w l y. I must remain patient. Everything in its time, in its order, in its place.
Now, about Dad. He's doing fantastic! He's not worrying about the bills anymore but is content to let them sit there until one of us can get down to pay them. He's been staying home on his own for a few days at a time and seems to be getting back to his normal routine of doing a little work around the house, hauling stuff to the dump, typical Dad-type stuff. He drives up nearly every day to visit Mom and is happy to see her cheerful and pain-free. He eats lunch with her at the center. He looks relaxed, his eyes are clear and bright. He even seems to have a bit more energy. He and Mom are getting their heads together and talking again like the team they've always been. The independence is returning and they are not wanting their kids to tell them what to do so much. This is a sign I've been waiting for because it means they want to get back to their life, they aren't afraid, they don't need us in the same way.
Just as parents let go of children a finger at a time, I find it interesting to let go of my parents a finger at a time, the grip loosening as they find their inner strength again. Still holding on till they get all their balance back, but enjoying feeling the confidence under my grip once again.
We've got a little ways to go but things are progressing nicely and as I'd hoped.
I'm going out to work in my neglected garden.
It's a beautiful day!
Thanks and appreciation to all of you pray-ers out there!