I'm not going to tell you it was magic. That's not how neuroplasticity works, and I'd understood that from everything Sandra had explained. This was going to take time and consistency. We weren't looking for a miracle — we were looking for a mechanism.
The device arrived in a few days. Setup was genuinely simple — slide the hand in, secure the strap, connect the air tube to the control unit, select a mode, press start. Dad could operate it himself with his unaffected left hand, which was important to him. He didn't want to need me sitting next to him every session. That independence mattered more than I expected it to.
He started doing two 20-minute sessions a day. Morning before breakfast, evening after dinner. The glove would gently inflate and deflate, guiding his fingers through the opening and closing motion over and over — hundreds of repetitions per session. Every day.
Week two, he mentioned his fingers felt less stiff in the mornings.
Week four, something shifted. He called me on a Tuesday afternoon — just to talk — and partway through the conversation he said, almost as an aside: "Jess, I picked up my coffee mug this morning."
I had to put him on hold so he wouldn't hear me cry.