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How about another ambulance ride with me? I hated making the choice to leave in-house rehab and go home, but through tears at 800 am, I called Keith to come help me decide. Three therapists and I were working to coax my legs to get...
Even when you don’t feel like it. I haven’t felt like it. I haven’t felt like posting. I haven’t felt like being upbeat. I haven’t even felt like being sad. I’ve been in this hibernation state where I just wanted to rest, just wanted to...
Keith and I are praying over a host of notes I made this morning about my condition, my deficits, and my concerns. Taking brain surgery off the table, at least temporarily, was not on my dance card. I am sorely dejected. There is probably not...