He Couldn’t Even Get Down the Stairs

He couldn’t even get down the stairs.

Some days were worse than others.

But when it hit…

he couldn’t move much at all.

He stayed upstairs.

Stuck.

Waiting for it to pass.

Then something started to change.

Not overnight.

But gradually.

Fewer flare-ups.

More normal days.

Until one day…

he could walk down the stairs again.

Without thinking about it.

It didn’t seem like much.

Unless you’ve been there.

Then it’s everything.

Meredith Caruana
Queensland, Australia