I've been keeping quiet about this because I wasn't sure how it would turn out, but it seems like resolve is occurring.
In the middle of last week Hay's paternal grandmother woke up from her slumber to find that both her legs, which had been working just fine the day before, were no longer working. (Surprise!) She couldn't walk, couldn't move them, couldn't anything with them. Details of what happened between then and now are not going to be discussed here, but luckily she has regained her ability to get around a bit.
When Hay told me about his grandmother my mind kept on spinning, wondering what it would be like to fall asleep with perfect use of your legs and then wake up to the (well, initial shock and horror) of possibly never walking again. Obviously I'd adjust mentally and modify my life to compensate for this new addition to the complications of life, but I doubt I'd be too happy about it. I'm glad for Hay's grandmother's sake that the situation isn't permanent but I can't even imagine how unsettling that must have been for her.
And I have no ending to my post. Just quiet contemplation.