If i was smart enough to tell time in weeks and not minutes or days, which is how I tell time with animals, I would notice now today is much better than a week ago. Yes, I’m freaked out that there is never again real agility. But I can bend it a little bit more, I can beg the therapist to stop shoving it into position, I can cry a little less. She got it to 15 the other day. It still won’t straighten, it likes -5 no matter what we do. But it’s better. Still no sleep, still pain killers. But maybe a glimmer that there could be a future, if I work round the clock like a NFL player and push thru the pain in my 2-3 times daily hour long exercise plan.