Are we there yet?!

Steve in improving and working hard in small ways, he takes him a long time to do the things that I take for granted. Putting on shorts takes help, tools and time. Steve, during PT, was able to get up and down several times and then take two steps (he does not call them steps, he said he wobbled twice). He is changing wheelchairs, to a wider one, I will not blame the hospital food, because he is not really eating it... but... (just teasing him). The goal is to have him walk before he is released so he can be fairly independent, not far, not long, but walk. Taking steps has helped him feel stronger and more confident.

The doctor thinks that he has solved the hemoglobin issue, he has a viral infection in his liver, not fatal, he seems to be relieved to have one mystery solved. I don't think that it is doing any damage to his liver, and he certainly is in the right place to get a full treatment of anything.

More and more people are coming to me to tell me about how impressive and strong GCity's rehab program is, and our experience is good to date.

He has been having visitors each night and he is usually very tired, but likes the company, so thank you to all who have been coming by.

I know that many have been asking what they can do, I have put some minor things on my lotsa helping hands website, so keep checking if you want! I think that when I get home, I will need so much more, but I have no idea, I don't know what to expect tomorrow.

This is really testing my control nature personality, but I am using my strength, my amazing support system and my believe in God to get me through.

I have sent out invites for a pity party next week, for those who know me, I am a very emotional and intense person, and because of the circumstances I have been task focused and not feeling focused. So, the one thing that I talk to others about is to take time to feel and then move back to taking charge of life. So, I will be taking time to feel, most of you might want to stay away from me!!

All in all, he is doing well, feel stronger and is started to get his awful sense of humor back (okay maybe mine is the bad one, but regardless he is being funny).

Each night I attempted to take food orders to keep up his strength and the girls and I come up to deliver his "snack" and to say good night. The girls love coming in and snuggling with him and then going to bed. Pretty soon he will be reading them stories, giving them sponge baths, all from his hospital bed!