1eye, The first two therapists were several years apart and at different locations. Both started with great enthusiasm, but stretching, riding a stationary bike and trying to use a treadmill were the basics of their program. The current therapists are approaching things entirely differently, working with one small muscle at a time. Each time they start on a new target, the muscle just doesn't react at all, or so it seems. But when I return a few days later, there's at least a little movement, and this has happened in every instance. They are as astonished as I am, and this improvement, while slow, has steadily progressed for more than 9 weeks. They assumed I would reach a plateau long ago, but it hasn't happened.
And as for depression, how could a person not be depressed, angry and frustrated when abilities flicker on and off, or just quit altogether? I don't commit to any big projects any more, just because I can't count on being able to move that day (or that hour!). So that makes it all the more surprising that I feel such happiness. I still can't walk two consecutive steps, but even before I started therapy, all that negative stuff was just gone.
Hope is a miraculous thing, all by itself.