Transformed. . .
Transformed. . . Last night, 11th post surgery, was by far my best night so far. I could walk across the hall, use the restroom, and get back into bed without gasping for breath for an hour or more. I was back to breathing more normally in 10 minutes or so. I could roll over or change positions in bed without effecting my breathing much at all. A few minutes ago, I got up, let out our dog, Gideon, walked to the kitchen, made coffee, took my meds and maybe 10 minutes later my breathing is almost back to normal. I am being transformed by all of this that I am experiencing. I don't want this to be a temporary wound, which when the bandage comes off leaves no scar. I want to remember the details of the journey that I am on. . . a year from now. . . five years from now I want this post to come up on my memories. I never want to forget the lessons I'm learning here. They are too precious to me to lose. The sacrifice of others....