After three months the doctor says, “you can walk. Take it easy. Start around the house.”
After three months it’s not easy. The right leg is weak. Coordination is lost. Balance is not certain.
After three months there are small pleasures to enjoy. Standing up in the shower beats using a bench, even if I’m wobbly when leaning my head back to rinse shampooed hair. Getting out of bed onto feet that can be used to go to the bathroom instead of onto a bench to strap on a boot.
After three months I’m learning to walk like a normal adult and returning to normal life.