Another chance?

For the last week or so, I have felt  that my status here would be to get

weaker, stay in bed most of the day, than be moved to a different floor, fed, cared for and allowed to die.  I feel like I have been making lists in my mind--things I have to do before I "leave".  

This morning, a woman from rehab came into my room.  She said they had a meeting about me and they want to start rehab again.  3 times a week instead of twice a week.

I feel if I ever get a chance to walk again--this might be it.