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Friday Update: September 30

Blessings for the day:
The EEG results came back and nothing to worry about there!! The wires are still connected right now, but they’ll be coming to get rid of them soon and then he’ll be able to scratch his head and face to his heart’s desire! (Something he’s wanted to do this entire time.)

Physical therapy went so well today…he actually stood all the way up and had his legs straight and his back straight!!! The PT folks were so excited, they asked him to try it again for the tech and he did!!! I was out running errands and missed it. I was bummed that I didn’t see it for myself, but I was also thrilled that he did it without my presence. (I worry that he won’t respond as well to the therapists as he does to me.) It was reassuring to me that he did what they asked even without me having to interject comments.

Sometimes I have to remind myself to stop and really take this all in. I often feel so rushed, just running from place to place and never feeling truly rested. Today, though, I feel the load getting a little lighter. Today I feel a little stronger than I have the past few days. I am starting to see our journey getting a little easier day-by-day. I feel such a sense of relief that all the major testing, poking, prodding, and procedures are behind us. He is truly ready now to concentrate fully on rehabilitation…and that is a great place to be. Just thinking back over the past 2 weeks and all we have been through, it’s amazing…and crazy at the same time. I’m amazed at all his been able to accomplish in this short time-span and am encouraged that he will continue improving in leaps and bounds once he’s transferred and on a more intensive therapy routine.

The social worker is checking on referrals for his next step, and will touch base with me on Monday to discuss it more. The doctors all have to be in agreement that he is ready to go, and they all seem to be looking at Monday as the big decision-making day. I’m SO ready for the next step, that I have to keep telling myself to sit tight. Did I mention that we all need a big dose of patience? (I’m sure I mention it in every post)
While I try to remain positive and upbeat…I also find myself a little sad for all the things we’re missing out on this time of year. The beautiful fall weather, trips we had planned, home projects…even working in the yard together. I am going to really miss Saturday afternoons spent together outside, or inside watching football; evenings cozied up together watching TV and discussing the day’s events; and leisurely driving around the lake and taking in the fall colors. The big ‘Cruise to the Woods’ is this weekend and we are going to miss that too. Anyone who really knows Matt, knows that he has a 1977 Trans Am that is his pride and joy. Each October he tries to get it ready for the big cruise/car show. It’s something we love to do together with our friends and family. Matt was particularly excited for the cruise this year. Planning things to do to the car to improve its appearance and performance. (He can spend hours, days even, reading auto parts catalogs and dreaming of things to tinker on.) He worked really hard installing an electric fan a few weeks ago and was excited to test it out. He also ordered new exhaust for it…I cried when it was delivered last week. Those are the things that make me sad…stupid car parts of all things. I just know how much he loves to work on that car, and how much he’s going to miss driving it this fall…especially on Sunday for the cruise. For all those friends and family members who are going…can you please just take a moment and think of Matt during your cruise? I hope that your loving thoughts and good time can somehow touch him even more that day.


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