I made my first "comment" in months on my Facebook page last night. "Facebook" and I are still in the early stages-not sure if it is going anywhere or not.
I am happy to be able to share the good news here as well. From that comment:
I would like my friends to know that I am in the middle of what could only be described as a miraculous recovery from my polio problems. The limitations and the pain were supposed to be permanent. For a couple of weeks I have felt a little better each day than I did the day before. Thanks to my friends and family for your prayers and best wishes.
I can now put a shoe and sock on my right foot without assistance. I can drive for at least an hour and a half without requiring pain pills. I have put away my application for a handicapped parking sticker. Yesterday I went back to being the one who unloaded the heavy stuff from the car. Barb was very apprehensive, but the morning brought no ill effects from yesterday's efforts. I vaguely remember this feeling from when I was very young-each day being able walk a little farther, reach higher, or carry bigger things. Coming back from such a dreadful "crash" is a little like a temporary reversal of the aging process. And I am very aware of how quickly, and mysteriously all of this could change.
I did, "and over did" the recommendations of my excellent physical therapist. Without his efforts I know I couldn't be where I am. But this seems to have gone beyond all of that. For the moment, my recovery has become as mysterious as the onset of the original problem six months ago. I believe that miracles can still happen. And thanks to all who helped invest themselves in this most startling recovery. Someday soon I hope to drop in on my therapist and "show off" the results of his good work.
I am happy to be able to share the good news here as well. From that comment:
I would like my friends to know that I am in the middle of what could only be described as a miraculous recovery from my polio problems. The limitations and the pain were supposed to be permanent. For a couple of weeks I have felt a little better each day than I did the day before. Thanks to my friends and family for your prayers and best wishes.
I can now put a shoe and sock on my right foot without assistance. I can drive for at least an hour and a half without requiring pain pills. I have put away my application for a handicapped parking sticker. Yesterday I went back to being the one who unloaded the heavy stuff from the car. Barb was very apprehensive, but the morning brought no ill effects from yesterday's efforts. I vaguely remember this feeling from when I was very young-each day being able walk a little farther, reach higher, or carry bigger things. Coming back from such a dreadful "crash" is a little like a temporary reversal of the aging process. And I am very aware of how quickly, and mysteriously all of this could change.
I did, "and over did" the recommendations of my excellent physical therapist. Without his efforts I know I couldn't be where I am. But this seems to have gone beyond all of that. For the moment, my recovery has become as mysterious as the onset of the original problem six months ago. I believe that miracles can still happen. And thanks to all who helped invest themselves in this most startling recovery. Someday soon I hope to drop in on my therapist and "show off" the results of his good work.
