"It wasn't far, I had braces on and was holding on to the parallel bars but I walked back and forth on my own." Her voice cracked with excitement, pride, emotion and, I think, surprise.
Late yesterday, we'd been informed that my mom would probably be discharged from the hospital on January 25 in a wheelchair and as yet unable to walk with any amount of assistance. The agreed goal had become to get to the point that she did not require more than minimal assistance to transfer from the wheelchair to bed or toilet.
My sister-in-law and nephew are with my dad tonight. He will be ecstatic when he hears the news. She's calling my brother now, I'm sure. (He was there the first time she stood on her own - she couldn't feel her feet then or direct any movement but she was supporting herself.)
I'm going to visit tomorrow as planned, and will be there during her parallel bar session. We had planned for me to arrive afterwards, but she wants one of us there to see for ourselves. I'm bringing the camera.
(My mom had intended to tell my dad first, but she spilled the beans when my sister called her tonight before her regular nightly conversation with my dad. And, for some unknown reason, in recent days, her phone has first speed dials me every time she tries to call anyone, so she wasn't surprised to hear my voice instead of my dad's.)
[ADDENDUM] My mother was stricken with Guillain-Barré Syndrome just after Thanksgiving and has been hospitalized since then.
(Photo courtesy Digihound L.L.C.)