Therapy
I have some catching up to do, like promised pictures of the leg, etc, but I am on my ipad tonight and too lazy for that. I did want to share a conversation I had with Andrew as I was tucking him into bed. He decided to come along to physical therapy today (he loves the basketball hoop and gym at Shriners and is always hoping I will let him play the ipad). As we arrived, Steven's therapists were finishing up with a girl who was trying to walk with the aide of a walker and almost a full body brace. I am no expert, but she may have had some sort of muscular dystrophie. At bedtime Andrew asked me if I saw her and then said, "You know, Steven doesn't have it all that bad. I mean, he doesn't even need crutches anymore. He could walk around through his whole feildtrip today!". I am not sure why this struck me so hard. I am constantly humbled and amazed by the kids I see and meet at Shriners, but maybe I have grown accustomed to them or I have been focusing too much on our problems. His little observation helped me see that things really aren't that bad at all.
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