At the place I've been doing rehab there is this "mobility garden" and a few weeks ago I graduated to it. What was neat was I had been staring out the window at it during each session and wondering, when do I get to do that? I mused to myself that it would probably be the graduation session and it practically was. While I still have one more to go, mostly I am back to normal. What was nice about the garden was it was a tangible goal to look at. Yes. I can do that. Ramp? No problem. Curvy area with some rocks? Let me at it! And so the conversation went in my head. It was even more satisfying to actually be doing it. The second time we even busted out of the garden and went walking on the actual street area without any ankle brace. Talk about living dangerously.
I asked my therapist if she had ever helped someone learn to walk again and she said yeah, sort of nonchalantly like it was no big deal. So I asked if there were ever like miracle cases and her eyes kind of glistened and she said that there were some that were very satisfying because it seemed like they would never make it out here (to the garden) and then they did.
It has been a little humbling going in each week when others are wheel-chair bound and in a dire situation and I just have my little rolled ankle. Yet it's also a hopeful place because maybe just maybe someone will learn how to walk all over again and get to take a stroll out on the mobility garden with a big silly grin on their face.