Jenny has completed her first week of more intense rehab. I see her fighting the pain and discomfort during all of her treatments. She spelled out that she is tired of tests. I do not blame her. I hate seeing her tremble each time they say she needs a new MRI or x-ray.
During therapy, she grits and bears the pain. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest pain), Jenny reports feeling a “9”, but will still allow the therapy to continue. I think I need to sew on cape on her clothes since she is my new super hero. Her pelvis or tail bone has been hurting her, so the harder therapy tables are even more uncomfortable. We had a better afternoon as she ate foods for pleasure and she laughed at the jokes that her mom and my sister were throwing out. They ended up with a chick flick before bed, so Jenny was in heaven for a few hours today.