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Dacia Mitchell

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Can He Kick It? Yes He Can!

Tyler’s made some pretty impressive gains over the past few weeks, but we’ve been notably quiet about it. Not out of secrecy, and not because it didn’t matter—but because spinal cord recovery is never a straight line. But this week, something real shifted. Something undeniable, with

Keeping the Pace

It's been a couple of weeks since Tyler's last post, and we've been meaning to update—but you know how it goes. Life starts filling in the spaces, and suddenly those quiet moments for reflection slip through the cracks. Since that first ride at

Just Another Thursday

Tyler’s been home for just over a week now, and whew—busy doesn’t even begin to cover it. I know I said we’d be taking it easy in my last post, and we are… kind of. Let’s just call it a “gentle hustle.” This week kicked

Recovery 2: Electric Boogaloo

After three nights at the hospital, Tyler is finally home—and feeling so much better. What happened? We’re not exactly sure. It began quietly on Saturday night: a headache, an ache settling deep in his neck and shoulders, a strange burning sensation crackling down his legs like live wires.

Plot Twist: Another Hospital Stay

Just when we thought we were done with hospitals—surprise! Here we are again. Sunday morning, Tyler woke up feeling off—sore throat, chills, and a low-grade fever. We kept an eye on his symptoms, but as the morning went on, it became clear he was showing signs of an

Life: Hard Mode

Tyler was discharged from rehab yesterday, and damn, it feels good to be home. I drove up to Vallejo Kaiser one last time, picked up some dozen or so medications, and by 10:45 a.m., we were outta there! Special shout out to my mom who drove up from

Waffle Therapy

Remember when I mentioned waffle-making in a previous post? The other day, Tyler's OT mentioned waffles as a good therapeutic activity. Cooking, like anything, involves quite a bit of balance and shifting from one surface to another. We figured waffles would be a good starter cooking activity. As

Battleship

We are in the final stretch before Tyler comes home, and both of us have been in constant motion—him, mastering board transfers and steadily rebuilding his strength; me, locked in a war with cardboard. Deliveries keep arriving, stacking up in every corner like the least effective construction site. Maybe

Field Trip!

Today was field trip day at rehab. So, every once in a while, a select few patients are selected as ideal candidates for an outing. Some choose to visit a barber, or go to a coffee shop. Tyler chose well: Mare Island Brewing Company. It was such a nice day,

Training Day