Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, Hebrews 1:12
I held on tight to this verse after Himself died. I imagined him as being in that cloud, as I maneuvered through a new and uncertain path. Now #3 is on a new and unfamiliar path. There’s a cloud of witnesses cheering him on as well. Himself, his great-grandmother, many others. He has a large cheering section here on Earth as well. People all over the world are checking on him almost every day. They’re praying for him, asking how they can help once he gets home, generally wanting so badly to ease the difficulties sure to come in the future.
He’s getting better…and not slowly either, even though he thinks it’s taking WAY too long. He’s never been one to want to sit around and wait. The Fine Wife got him a white board and some markers, and he promptly started writing on it. He can easily answer yes/no questions, sign his name (his handwriting looks just the same: terrible), and fill in an assortment of mental tasks. I wrote numbers 1-5 and he continued the counting…so nothing wrong there.
I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me? Jeremiah 32:27
Physically he’s improving as well. Getting his balance back and such. His hand-eye coordination is exceptional. It always has been, and it’s nice to see that hasn’t changed. He does get a bit disgusted at the simplicity of the tasks they’re putting him through- little kids puzzles and such. The Fella spoke to him about that. He MUST do them, otherwise they won’t know what he’s capable of. #3 and I, then he and The Fine Wife, played catch for a little while. He has no problem with that. His left hand is very weak and he has trouble using it, but it’s getting better as well. It will be a long time before he can stand up, probably late August before they even try, due to how much his legs were damaged and the extent of the surgery. He’s determined enough that I have no doubt he’ll be able to by mid-Fall.
They’re going to let him go home in a week or two, to finish healing up before he starts the really intense therapies. That’s going to be where the real work happens and I hope he’s able to see the importance of it.
I’m very proud of him, and how well he’s doing. He’s showing a real drive to get out of there and back to living life the way he thinks it should be lived. He’s a testament to the power of prayer, and a genuine miracle.He wasn’t supposed to wake up, now he’s writing his name and answering questions. If he woke up, he was supposed to be minimally functional. Now he’s in physical therapy, wowing the people with the rapidity of his improvements. In just 2 days he went from being unable to hold himself up, to sitting up without help. He keeps trying to stand and we have to keep reminding him he isn’t ready. Mentally, sure he is, but those legs have to heal and they can’t hold him yet.
I won’t say his mental self is back to 100%, but every day he’s a bit closer to his old abilities. He is, without a doubt, himself. Right down to the looks of digust at the speech therapist baby-talking to him and the flipping a bird at someone behind him when he was giving me a hug. I am so much more at ease about him now. What a roller-coaster ride this has been. But what an amazing thing God has done for all of us, laughing at my doubt, saying “Hey y’all, watch this!”
He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes. Deuteronomy 10:21