As the last drop of cells fell from her IV, I leaned over and kissed her head and whispered in her ear, “daddy is trying”.
A week would pass without much change.
I was told it would probably take six weeks at least, or maybe up to 3 months.
However, to my surprise at week 2, the door opened to the familiar sight and sound of a squeaky toy in mouth.
This was soon followed with an unassisted jump into the jeep! She hadn’t done that in months!
Two weeks later we were walking with more ease, with a limp, but we were walking!
The most profound of all changes came the following week when I heard a commotion out back of my house...
I heard my girls laughing, giggling, and yelling at someone. I looked over the balcony and tears were brought to my eyes.
The girls were playing bocce ball in the backyard when all the sudden Ness ran over, stole the marker ball, and commenced a game of keep away!!
My little girl was playing keep away and my girls had their dog back!!
I had my dog back!