Cannon's Physical Therapy

I'm torn about having Cannon do physical therapy. When he cries as if he's being tortured, I wonder if it is doing more harm than good? In the long run will it really make a difference? Then he has a session like this one and I know that any extra attention and stimulation he can have is a bonus to his quality of life. On the day I took these pictures, Cannon had a great morning, including one of his longest naps. The best time to interact with Cannon is when he first wakes up. When Miss Alison got there, he was still sleeping so we woke him up and he was very happy to play.

The two prior sessions were not very successful and the therapist had to leave early because Cannon starting crying so hard we could not console him. Last week the therapist showed up at our scheduled time which was only 30 minutes after Kent told me the lab results for the diagnosis. I couldn't find any tissues so I had been dabbing my face with toilet paper. As I answered the door, Alison knew that I was in no shape to continue with therapy. She graciously reassured me that we could just pick up the next week. As I came back into the room with Kent and Cannon, Kent looked at me with confusion and said, "What is on your face?!" I looked in the mirror and saw little tufts of toilet paper stuck to my face. Alison got more than she bargained for when she knocked on my door. Amidst all the sadness and heartbreak, Kent and I were able to get in a laugh- at my expense, course. I'm not going to lie, Cannon didn't last the full 45 minutes that he is scheduled for before he was just too tired. I am just glad that is endurance is lasting a little bit more each time and that he had at least a little bit of playtime.