Sending up a silent prayer that I wouldn't crumble once my feet touched the floor again, I slid my legs out from underneath the blanket. My bare feet slapped the ground lightly, and I stood, keeping one hand locked to the mattress for support. There. Maybe. My legs wobbled some, but so far, so good. I slipped my hand free and stood on my own two feet, the first time in eight days.

Hell yes. I gave the V for Victory sign with my fingers as I held my arms out in front of me and ...