Going Home

Yes, we've finally gone home! This means:

1. Dad can finally rest on his OWN bed.
2. No more cute doctors/ pretty nurses.
3. No more Floating Island for breakfast.
4. No more greeting doctors at 6:30 am, pre-coffee and with crust around your eyes.
5. A faster recovery, hopefully. They say that patients really do recover faster at home.

Thanks to everyone who sent well-wishes, visited, etc. :-) You all know who you are.

His daily routine now consists of going to therapy (that takes about two hours), and basically just resting at home. While dad remains wheelchair-bound for now, his progress in therapy is astounding. He can lift himself on his own at the parallel bars; he practices walking on the quad cane; and the movements of his left arm and fingers are now stronger.

Hopefully, with prayers and effort, he can recover 100%. What is amazing here, really, is the power of the mind--if you will it, you can achieve it. I've never believed in that cliche more.