Physical therapy is hard, but it's doing the trick. Baby steps is what it's all about. I really love my therapist, she's so encouraging and positive. She's helping me focus on what I'm accomplishing, not how far I have to go. I know I have a long long way to go, but she makes me feel like I can make it that long long way.

She told me after my session last night that I'd actually worked my arm for a half hour straight and that was really good for where I'm at right now. I felt like I'd moved 100's of pounds around the room, but in actuality I never lifted a single weight.

I'm seeing and feeling the progress. That is what matters most to me. I feel the changes, subtle as they are. In reality it's amazing. I haven't used some of these muscles in 11 years. How kind is it that they are willing to even bother trembling?

I am recovering.

I am getting stronger.

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