The brace came off, she did many wheelies and spun round and round in
circles squeaking. And she has been on the move ever since, only
stopping to fall fast asleep once she can't move another muscle.
It's not all wonderful. The surgery has left one leg permanently three
inches shorter than the other. There are two deep fat scars running
down and around her hip. She's stiff and sore, and her sitting balance
has gone to pot. But she's mobile again and she's happy and
productively busy and she can pick her own things up off the floor
again. And we're all happy about that.
Excuse the tummy shot- her gastrostomy has exploded again and she
can't bear to have anything touching it.
Still no Internet here. I washed up three times today. And very nearly