I visited my dad today and he now has two prosthetic legs....and he is walking on them with a walker and two aids during physical therapy. The goal is to make it possible for him to get in and out of his bed to his scooter independently. He makes me proud. Almost 90 and two years of a constant battle against diabetes...that eventually took his legs. He takes a licking and keeps on ticking. His mind is relatively good considering his age and all that has happened.
I love the old coot.
