Thursday, November 04, 2010

The Moon Walk Was Rescheduled

Tomorrow is the autoambulator. Today he pulled my hand to him. Strong like bull. I was doing some range of motion and wasn't paying much attention, was looking at the TV. Suddenly he pulled my hand into his chest. I turned to look at him and he said, with a sheepish grin, "did you feel that?". Yes. I. Did.

We spoke to his head doctor Dr. Kazmi who said we could start working toward passes to leave the rehab. We are hoping that means even if he's not home for Thanksgiving. he'll be home for the day.

Thank you to everyone for sending the cards and gift baskets, and toys, and food, and and and . . . I am, under good circumstances, a HORRIBLE thank you card sender, so I am even more horrible now. But I wanted you all to know we are getting them and appreciating them. And the ones that aren't perishable are on his wall. Oh, and the whoopie cushions are a new favorite for the boys.


  1. Wonderful! Wonderful! --Amy

    Go Ken, go Ken! --Ed

  2. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
    Love to you all.

  3. Kenny, that was a pretty sexy move, doll. Keep it up. Can't wait to hear the next one. Pretty soon J won't be able to print them anymore.

  4. Jamie. By the power I invest in myself I hereby declare that you are banned and forbidden from writing any thank you notes. Use your energy to arm wrestle Ken. JC