As mentioned earlier, Dad has been able to move his thumb on his right hand quite frequently as of late. While he is still not impressed, any and all improvement is something to be excited about, I don’t care what anyone says. Last night, to help open his awareness to this impressive feat, I put a pen in his right hand and asked him to use his thumb to apply pressure to the rest of his hand, enabling him to hold the pen. The act of doing this validated the fact that improvements from this stroke can and have continued. Finally, this was something tangible for Dad to see and feel.
This morning as I was getting ready for work I noticed dad sitting in his chair stretching his right hand and fingers. I asked him how his hand was. He laid it down next to his side and we both stared at it. All of a sudden I noticed his pinky finger move, then his index finger, then all his fingers. Now they didn’t move much, but they moved.
“Hope is faith holding out its hand in the darkness.” –George Iles. Guess what? The light just came on.
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