My PT therapist, Peter Baxter, is a curious-minded, wiry, balding man with a ready smile and dark blue eyes. I meet him Monday through Friday at 9:00 a.m. down here in the therapy room for my hour-long torture session. Over the last few months I’ve gotten to know him pretty well and we talk SU sports, books we like (science fiction especially), and current events. Today’s exercises focus on strength building.
I’ve made significant progress over the last month, walking especially. I’ve gotten to the point where I can tread freely without the walker for several minutes until my balance begins to waver. Once that goes away, he tells me I should be ready to leave the home and go to Ted’s.
With his guidance, I step on a large rubber ball that’s cut in half and mounted to a wooden platform and
