I was told by my doctor, that my surgery would take a long time to heal. Maybe three months. And during this time, I would recover my strength, endurance and breath.
It is a struggle for me to stay still for most of every day. But I have no choice. This morning I walked up the hill, and then back down. A short walk. Maybe five minutes. But I was already tired. Already winded.
Reader writes for info
I try not to think about my loss of MsTioga. My only home for eleven years. But a reader wrote asking for information about how I converted one of MsTioga's beds to a computer work station. I wrote back giving him this [link]. At the end of this video, is a scene showing how the computer work station appeared during the latter half of my journey.
Of course the video shows much more than that. It shows how MsTioga looked back then. Before the accident.
I wondered many times who would last the longest? Who would go first? Me, or MsTioga. I always figured that I would not outlive MsTioga.