On the way home from Kaiser, we stopped at the local firestation, where we had agreed to meet the guys who would help Dad up the steps. They were arriving at the station house just as we drove up, and so they followed us to my house. My tiny quiet one-lane dead-end street was suddenly hopping with activity. The guys evaluated the situation, and tried to figure out whether they should use a chair. Finally they decided just to form a circle around him so that he couldn't fall, then they walked him up the two flights of stairs. They were wonderful, wonderful people.
Then they left, and suddenly it was peaceful and quiet again, and I realized: Dad's back in the world, back to life. He's sleeping in the next room right now.
1 comment:
Welcome to phase 3,
It's so great that your at Debby's. Looks like the neck brace in the picture is smaller than the one that you were wearing when Tom was there. Is that true? If so I imagine that it's more comfortable. Keep exercising and getting stronger. Soon physical therapy will be have you going up and down those stairs.
I look forward to your first blogg.
Maryanne
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