I’m Walking, Ya’all!
I’ll make a “real” post in a little bit, but I just had to share my tears. It took me four weeks, a ton of pain, a lot of fear, and hope — and this morning, I took my first steps with no crutches, no walker, and no boot. Just me and my feet.
I walked to the bathroom and back, then I walked to the hallway and called the littles — “Look, you guys, I’m doing it!” — they cheered their little heads off, jumping up and down, clapping, and yelling, “You’re doing it! Good job, Grandma! Go, Grandma, go!”
My son came to bring me coffee. I was bawling. “Look, Nick!” And then I walked to him.
I can’t do too much at once, of course. I don’t want to over-do and set myself back. I already did that last week trying to bend and flex my ankle and ended up laid up in bed for three days. But, I have passed the test — my leg will support me and it’s only a matter of time before I’m 100% self-sufficient again.
I cannot express my joy and happiness. My pride. My sense of accomplishment. My relief. It’s like the whole experience came rushing into me and I realized how incredibly hard this journey has been. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
Thank you to those of you who have gone on the journey with me. I appreciate you.
