I went to therapy on Thursday.
I guess I have that “try anything” look, cause B tried almost EVERYTHING.
If she thought there was a chance I could do it, we tried.
Using a special leg brace that gives me extra straightening strength in my right leg, I did what she told me to try.
Standing, balanced, with both feet on the floor.
Standing with no hold on anything, pushing my right hip out.
Standing with no grip on anything, I did ten squats.
No walker, no cane, just a death-grip on B’s hand, I walked.
It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t beautiful.
It was the first time in almost a year I looked in a mirror and there was nothing in front of me.
Nothing in my hands.
Nothing to grab.
Nothing but air.
THAT was beautiful.