Jablonski, the Benilde-St. Margaret's junior who sustained a serious spinal cord injury during a hockey game last December, was able to stand for 22 minutes recently with assistance, his mother reports via CaringBridge.
He has also been playing beach volleyball with his trainers, using his arms to hit the ball back and forth.
Meanwhile, the Jablonski family is getting close to moving back into their home, which has been renovated to better accommodate Jack.
You can read Leslie Jablonski's latest full CaringBridge post below:
My Dad always said, "Tempus fugit," or, time flies.
Sums up the last few weeks. Apologies for our absence on CaringBridge.
So much to tell. So little time.
Where to start? How about with all is going well...kudos to Jack for making it through the first few weeks of school without any major bumps in the road.
Exhausted is an understatement, but we're starting to get into the groove. The days are long but productive. Jack's PCA comes at 5:30 a.m. We're out the door by 7:30 a.m. Usually. Home by 5:30 or 6:00 p.m. after several hours of post-school rehab. Then we tackle homework (thanks JF!). Yawn.
Exciting progress to report. Jack stood for 22 minutes last Friday during the ABLE program at Courage Center. He did this with assistance, but he's steadier each time he stands. He even played beach volleyball by using both arms to hit the beach ball back and forth with his trainers. Really fun to see.
We are flying by the seat of our pants, but every now and then I try to reflect on where we're at and how far Jack has come. To think that he's been able to stand is nothing short of a miracle. To think that he's swinging his arms and punching a beach ball is nothing short of a miracle. To drop him off at school each morning and to acknowledge that he returned to BSM as a Junior is nothing short of a miracle.
It was only months ago that he was lying in a hospital bed with a halo on. My hopes were dim and at times, the days seemed long and dark. Practically hopeless. But Jack's determination has propelled him to a level of progress that we only hoped and dreamed of. He truly is an inspiration and the reason that we continue to smile and BEL13VE that he will walk again.
To think that he's still a contender in "Courage In Sports" (remember to vote every day!) is huge. To think that he's going to throw out the first pitch during the Twins vs. Yankees game next Monday (9/24) is exciting. To see him open a drawer on his own is thrilling. To watch him text on his iPhone is beyond impressive. It's progress and it's all unexpected, yet it's the result of Jack's determination to be independent. Wondering when he'll master the art of doing laundry ; )
Imagine this...I woke up at 2 this morning to the sound of "Ma..." With one eye open I stumbled into his room. He was having a minor AD (autonomic dysreflexia) episode. I was trying to determine the cause and suddenly Jack wiggled two toes on his left foot. I squealed with delight. He scolded me. Told me not to get too excited. Just spasms.
Then he lifted his arms and stretched. But it wasn't just his arms that moved. His legs did too. Both of them. Into a fetal position, then back. Not the first time he's done this. Again, he insisted these were just spasms. Maybe. But it seemed so natural. So normal. His PCA's have seen this too. I can't help but to be delighted and encouraged by every single movement and the frequency at which they're happening.
And speaking of movements, we're getting closer to moving back to our house. We're in absolute awe of what's been done to bring Jack home. It's simply incredible. The Big Blue Box (aka, the storage container that's the size of a freight car) arrived on Friday. Thank you to the BSM boys who unloaded it in record time, 45 minutes.
Now we have the daunting task of sorting through the boxes and boxes and boxes of "stuff" and putting everything away. And thank you to the CCS moms and friends who have so willingly cut through the many layers of construction dust and grit and make our house look and feel more like home.
Most of you probably don't know this, but I was Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz when I was in the sixth grade. Never did I know the true meaning of "there's no place like home, there's no place like home."