Against All Odds
My father had just been operated on to remove a cancerous tumor in his hip so he was still in the hospital recovering.
He knew he had to gain weight to stay strong. When I was visiting him one of many days there, I accompanied him as he made his way down the hallway. He gripped the handrail with his right hand while navigating the wheelchair with his left. Though there were footrests on the chair, the heel of his right leg dragged stubbornly along the floor making enough of a muffling sound to be heard but not to interrupt the slow, steady trip to the destination. Finally around the corner, past the Common Room Dad saw the weight scale set into the wall on his right. I watched as he slowly got to it. Directly facing the grey station in his wheeled chariot, he pressed the start button, immediately readying himself to stand up and step onto the platform, as he had only moments to do this before the machine forgot he was there. He mounted, steadied himself and hoped he’d be fast enough.
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