Monday - not always so bad

I decided early this morning that I needed to declare Mondays as a day to set aside fear and to untie the knot in the gut that I always feel. It's the day I mark the weekly count for Coleman's not walking and today is 7. Instead I told Coleman that we need to move without fear and be thankful for all we have seen and learned in this.

Today Coleman and I were having a frank conversation about how "life can be crap". I had to agree looking at the obvious, but I also started to list the ways we have seen God in this crap. Tonight Coleman thanked me (and he included the other two guys of the house) for sticking with him through this and that's the same ways God has stuck with us.

God is good, even when you think He is not. We're watching this unfold day by day and we can't flip ahead to the last chapter to quell our curiosity, we just have to turn one page at a time, doing our best, preparing for the worst and trusting God for the victory.

Today the phone did not ring once on the medical side and it gave me a chance to catch up on some paperwork and to stop early on and just be thankful for the little and big things that we have been blessed with like the fact that Coleman did two sets of very simple exercises with his legs today and he did it with a small level of pride and his movement is increasing every day, almost rapidly increasing - it's like the systems are firing again.

I don't want to jump the gun, but I see great progress in his body today and the fact that we're both still up is probably good. He's busy defeating someone on the DS and I'm busy looking at the face that I love, my fighter and my hero!