WEDNESDAY - 11/26

A good day!

On Monday the physical therapist showed us some arm and leg stretching exercises we can do with Dad. This afternoon I was getting him to raise his right arm, straighten it out at the elbow, pull it back in and then lay it back down. The more reps we did the more I felt his muscles participating as I guided him. Around the 8th rep he straightened his right arm out on his own and patted my left arm three times and then held it for a moment.

I cried.

Of course.

As we worked his left arm he was moving his thumb against my hand. Awesome!

I could tell he was trying to say something. His lips would move as he looked at me, but no sound was coming out and there just wasn't enough there for me to try to lip read. He replied with a head-shake "no" when I asked if he hurt anywhere, needed anything, wanted anything, etc. I really hate that I can't interpret what it is he is trying to say. He keeps clearing his throat, as if he's getting ready to say something, but nothing comes out.

Mom got here and I told her about Dad patting my arm. She was pretty excited. Then she leaned over, let Dad know she was here, and asked if he was ok. "Yeah." She told him she loved him. "I love you, too."

The good days are really good.