Annie had her weekly PT appointment today [moved because of Wednesday's dental exam] and we were graced with a visit from none other than
Mr. Tony in Miss Ashley's gym. He is a big bear of an Italian man, thinning hair on top, big brushy dark mustache under his nose, bright eyes and a ready smile. He got right on the floor with Annie and let her show him her good balance with the Mardi Gras beads. When we told him she walks on the treadmill, he was brightly skeptical, challenging her to show him. And she did. I overheard the two orthopedic professionals noting how her gait is weight-bearing and straight forward. Annie didn't rely on her hip adductors to swing the leg around, but walked right over the top of the prosthesis. He watched her shoot baskets and left as she was getting ready to climb the stairs.
Mr. Tony, looking like he's from Sicily and sounding like he's from Boston, is jubilant and life-affirming. He absolutely loves Annie's red hair and her strong will. It's all he can do to not pinch her cheeks every time he sees her. If Roberto Benini and Leo Buscaglia had a son, it would be Mr. Tony. As he was leaving, Annie gave him a "big juicy" [our slang for a nice kiss on the cheek] and a hug and said, "Sanka you, Mista Towny. Sanks for my weg." He stood back, basking in that moment, put both his hands to his heart and beamed, "You know, it's moments like these that make my work worthwhile. Where ya' gonna' get a bettah paycheck?" His eyes were twinkling a little as he left.
Annie tried something new today. She used the scooter to go into the "little gym" where Ashley set up a body-size punching bag from the ceiling anchor. Annie didn't quite know what to expect until Ashley sent it swinging and Annie tried to catch it. She's got incredible balance. I think she's got a genius for body movement. She's determined as all get-out and when her hour is up, she's spent. She giggled when she went to kick the punching bag. I don't think she's ever used that leg to kick from a standing position. Come to think of it, she hasn't.
Next week, taking Mr. Tony's suggestion, we plan to film Annie. Not just for her, but for the children who come after her to see how the process works. In those very dark moments in December of 2005, Mr. Tony was the one who encouraged us with the amputation. He's pleased at how well Annie is doing and we are, too.