Babies make the best physical therapists

My eighty-[BLEEP] year-old grandmother (a lady never reveals her age, and my grandmother is the greatest true "lady" I know) suffered from extreme back pain due to spinal stenosis and a cyst on her spine. After trying everything from heating pads to water aerobics, and from Eastern acupuncture to Western pain killers, she opted for surgery last May. The recovery was slow and there were set-back along the way, but she is mostly out of pain and able to move again. She can sit in a car to travel to New York, which she hadn't been able to do for years due to the back pain. She can sit at the table and enjoy a family meal, whereas she had previously eaten all meals while lying down in bed. She can walk supervised with the aid of a walker. Her moving is not perfect, and she has tried psychical therapy to aid her balance, walking, and ease of getting up and down, but where she is now is a grand improvement from where she had been. When we Tri-Ceps were in Avon over Mother's Day Weekend. my grandmother twice got herself up off of a seat (once was the comfy family room couch and a second time with a kitchen chair). Both times, she got herself to her walker and walked unsupervised to be where Belle was. On one near-miraculous occasion, inspired by Belle, Grandma walked up a flight of stairs on her own and walked across the hall to the room in which Belle was staying. Apparently, a great-granddaughter is more effective than physical therapy in terms of inspiring movement. That's the power of love, I suppose.