it's no bull

 
It's no bull.  Truett actually stood upright, without leaning left, for thirty seconds.  It all started when Clay and I were guarding Truett while he showered on his shower stool. 

After Truett's shower, Clay rolled him to a cabinet, which has had a bar installed on it in order to give Truett something to grab onto when dressing. 
It's usually my job to reach down and pull Truett's underware and shorts up, but somehow today I struggled with this small task.  Finally, Truett said, "Clay.  Your mom is just fumbling around...stand on my left side and I'll pull my own pants up."

Then, before we knew it, Clay shouted,  "Mom!  Look at Dad!  He's standing all by himself without holding onto the bar."

Chill bumps ran up and down my arms and I shouted,  "Good job, Truett!  You did it.  You stood all by yourself!"

 
Clay then pushed Truett back to the livingroom so he could sit in his favorite recliner; but as Truett was lifted up from the wheelchair, he said,  "Watch this!"

And my husband was free-standing for a second time all by himself. 

It's no bull. 

Clay and I have had a glimmer of hope.

Comments

[Mary Anne Gilmer]

Seems like there are victories and milestones to celebrate every day. Miss you, Merry. :-)