He's making progress daily and has begun "helping" with anything that he's able to do but we're a long way from normal. He is determined, motivated and dedicated to everything that his doctor and physical therapist has laid out and if anyone's going to have a favorable outcome, my husband's the one. I'm very proud of him and all he's done and continues to do to aid in his healing. With God's help, I'm convinced he will finally get the result he's hoped for.
I guess this is my way of explaining why my posts have been few and far between but tonight's an exception. I felt I had to write a poem about the past two months (it was 2 months yesterday) and give a poetic accounting of it all.
By Patty Lynn
I knew he did a lot to help, a lot to keep things running,
A husband who is rare, indeed, his contributions stunning.
For I was blessed, I knew I was, and never took for granted
The rarity I had at home, some couldn’t understand it.
My husband there along with me, we kept the household going,
But he did things apart from me, without my even knowing.
The garbage magically was gone, a new bag in its place.
Recyclables were emptied, too, it’s like they were erased.
From vacuuming to clean-up, the deal we figured out…
Was I would cook, but clean-up was what he was all about.
And that’s the way we handled things, each one would do his part;
Yes, each of us performed our tasks, each doing it with heart.
And then his surgery took place in early January.
I thought that I prepared myself but truth be told was wary…
Of how it all would be for me, if I could just plain do it,
The things I do and all of his, I couldn’t just refuse it.
And so the morning after he had had the operation,
The things I could, I did ahead, again had admiration…
For all the things he used to do but now they fell to me.
With every task the truth was clear, I certainly could see…
That I depended on his help in everything each day.
I prayed that I could take it on, that God would find a way…
To give me strength to do the job, to maximize my part,
To care for him and do what needed doing from the start.
Now two months past, he’s healing well, and trying to contribute.
Improvement, though it’s slow, he’d say, his progress has continued…
To show he’s better every day, his confidence is showing.
There’s something to be said for that, and how he feels in knowing…
That this was what he had to do, so many things were tried.
They worked but only for a while, the long-term was denied.
Unless a change in structure and relief of nerves so pinched,
The final judgement’s yet to be, but he was so convinced…
That this was it, the only way, so now what’s left is this:
Determination, exercise, and a man who never quits!
Each day I see that he will do whatever is required.
That's why it is that I believe he'll get what he desires.