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Onward through the fog

The last week has been a blur, but we're headed in a good direction.

The Daughter, well, she did very well. She's maintained a sense of humor in the face of unbelievable pain, the uncertainty of outcome, and generally in spite of it all.

I'm really not sure where the entire week has gone, but mostly it's been consumed with pain management, exercises, cryo packing, learning to get around on crutches,  showering, etc.

Somewhere between her surgery and now we hosted (what the hell were we thinking???) Thanksgiving, albeit on a lesser scale than usual. If you can call a 30 lb. turkey and all the sides lesser. But that's not the point.

The week has become a haze through which we've navigated, laughing as much as possible at the silliness of the equipment (there's a lot), our awkwardness changing dressings (think Mo and Curly learn to doctor) and just accepting that each day brings a new and positive development.

Things that matter right now? The simple stuff. Making sure an acceptable level of comfort is achieved, ensuring nutritious snacks and meals continue to help the process and buffer the pain meds for her, and resting. She's resting, which is not part of her normal schedule. She tends to overschedule, which is pretty typical for a teenager. But right now, she's all about working hard on exercises, then resting.

She really doesn't have much choice, and for the moment, that's ok.

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