Thursday, March 19, 2015
Not giving up
ITs 8:50pm and just finished watching Eighteen when Craig had to go to the bathroom. I was in the livingroom when I heard sounds coming from the bathrooom, sniffling. I knew that he was crying. He broke out in tears when I went in there. I know that he wishes his hands weren't curled in the way they are. He kept crying saying he isn't ready to throw in the towel. There are soo much things he is doing and is not giving up. He's going through physical therapy and doing some pool exercises which are good for him. I suppose his insurance is up to the Max or something and its up the physical therapist to add more paperwork to get an extend. I too wish things were the way they were. He just has to keep trying and pushing at making his hands get better, its the only way he could do this right so he could recover through all this.
Labels:
crying,
depression,
physical therapy
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