I got to watch my dad bike and walk today, which is pretty damn cool and amazing to see. He gets to march back and forth between parallel bars and the therapist is there to catch him if he drops. He is mostly hunched over, but he's doing it, so hey.

I feel like I kinda have a piece of my old dad back. The strong daddy who didn't give up. It's nice to see a bit of fight in him coming back, like he's finally not going to let this disease take him, literally, sitting down.

My dad and I both saw this news so he wrote me an email saying, "get me a bike!"

We spoke to his physiotherapist, who said sure, he can use the stationary bike at the home. He used it today for the first time. Then he got up and walked without a cane or walker and said he didn't feel off balance at all. All I can say is holy shit. He hasn't walked unaided since he was diagnosed nearly 4 years ago now. It's a temporary thing, but it's freakin' cool.