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.