Healing

Healing is something that takes time. It's slow. It takes patience. It's something you can't see, you almost have to look back to realize it is happening. 

Slowly Mary Graham is making progress. The pain is still there, she is still stiff and hurts to be moved. But she's getting better.

The beach was so good. It was hard at first, the car rides were painful for her, even putting on her bathing suit was painful. But gradually each day got better. Her nights are better too. We left her harness off much of the day. She hurt off and on, but we just kept going (with a little oxycodone to help) and took her to the beach, she sat in a little pink chair and played in the sand, we carried her in the ocean and helped her kick her legs the pool. There were lots of tears at first, I believe much of which was fear. But the best part was that we saw her little spirit begin to return. She laughed more and wanted to move more and realized for herself that she wanted to do what everyone else was doing. One of her best friends happened to be there and MG watched her run and jump and I think that willed her to want to do more.

And now that we are home, her little will and spirit is even brighter. I had almost forgotten how this was taking such a toll on her mentally even as much as physically. I know the physical rehab is still going to be tough, she starts PT next week. But we are so thankful that her smiles and laughter that have returned. Praise God for hope in the midst of all of this. Thank you for being so faithful to pray. 

She is healing and I can see it now.