Guess what?
I’m sitting with my beautiful wife, watching people torture
her and make her cry.
And I let them do it.
And I pay them money.
All in the name of therapy.
And guess what else?
When we get home, I get to take the place of the therapist and
do the evil deeds myself.
It’s not fun, but the ends justify the means (or something
like that).
Back on July 25th we took this sweet young thing to
the hospital where a very talented doctor made incisions in her knees and
replaced the old arthritic bones and stuff for metal and plastic new ones. And now we have to finish things off by
inflicting pain and suffering on her tortured body.
Soon she will be able to get out of a chair without assistance
and hike and all the other things she loves to do with her legs. And on that day, all the suffering will be
worth the sacrifice she has made.
Hurray for doctors who know what they are doing.
And hurrah for therapists who can make themselves watch people
cringe, cry, and complain and still do their job.
And stay upbeat and happy.
Thanks to all involved and all who have offered prayers on
Teresa’s behalf. She and I are very
grateful.