It’s a lame-o pregnancy analogy because it doesn’t fit in so many ways, but I can’t help but think of Gino’s 9-month fight back from complete dependence to nearly being able to walk again as a rebirth.
Brief recap: last February, my sister’s husband had tingling in his hands and feet, which rapidly turned into full-body paralysis — a 1 in 100,000 case of Guillain-Barre Syndrome. Three weeks in ICU with machines breathing and digesting for him, cleansing his blood of the attacking antibodies (in the truest sense of the word) while the dis-ease ran its course; then three months in rehab to help him rebuild to the point of being able to breathe, sit, and operate his wheelchair.
Five months after returning home and having my sister as his caretaker, Gino is just about ready to walk unassisted. Climbing and descending stairs will be the last major hurdle. Then developing enough stability and reflex reliability to drive and write. We’re all planning for Gino to deep-fry the Christmas turkey, as he’s done in past years. And we’re hoping the police department will re-offer him his job within the next few months.
Gratitude. We’ve got it in record amounts.
May you be aware of your blessings.
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