Hi all,
First of all, thank you all for the support you gave me/us, and for sharing some of your life and struggles and hopes and thoughts.
Since my last post in here the "recovery" of Tore has been bodily great, mentally in terms of the relationship with me been more on a downhill slope.
I am in love this great man, not able to see him self as one to love - but that is another story not for the faint hearts.
I haven't been able to do much else then focus on supporting Tore whenever I could, so I feel mentally and emotionally drained by now, but it is also over now so I can maybe start get back into a little more "normal" life (routines) again.
We have been at this Rehabilitation place called Bakke now for 60 days, and we're spent the time well most of the time.
Last night here on Bakke is well on its way, late up as always we are almost heading to bed now after some hectic evening and day saying goodbye to people and preparing all our stuff to get in the car tomorrow. Tore been getting lot of good wishes and people happy to see how great he has done it, he been impressing everyone - hopefully him self too.
He scored very high on the tests he done today too, and his main physiotherapist said yesterday an in a similar way today that she probably never will see/get/meet another patient like Tore! Hearing this makes me proud of him, all of them also say it been a pleasure meeting us, see how we work together (when we work together, my words) and we make a heck of a team they all seem to agree on.
Most of them also say I been a very good support for Tore, it makes me feel good to hear that, but I wish I could feel the same when interacting with Tore from his heart too.
Either way, I grown as a human/person - and I have learned a few things along the way - so even if the future scares the heck out of me being all black, I hope to find as many light/bright spots as possible along the way.
He walks around on two feet, no crutches, or with only one, the wheelchair has only been used at night to the toilet and the evening after taking his foot of and cleaning the liner holding all to his own leg.
Yesterday he had a small ski trip (!
) that did end in a fall, but hey, the snow was deep and very loose and the man had not been on skies for about 25 years...
He walks steps/stairs like you and me, you can hardly notice anything strange when he walks - he looks real cool in shorts with one steel leg
and he's done so great that I must just bow in the dust and be impressed!
Now, that life starts outside this place, and it will take some effort from both of us, but maybe I will start feel a little better being home again for "good" so to speak - at least the cat will love me/us for it. :hehe:
Till I pop in, take care everybody, and thanks for all the love, thoughts, prayers, writings, and just for being around!
Linda
