When we returned from Houston, John had several not-too-good weeks. He was very discouraged because he had little stamina and quite a bit of pain but he was determined to exercise in spite of it. In fact, before we left Houston and he was barely out of recovery, he’d make twelve laps around the hospital halls…that was a mile. Then when we got home, he wasn’t strong enough to walk our neighborhood…it’s hilly…but he faithfully walked on the treadmill. Eventually we were able to walk in Angie’s neighborhood because it is flat. And then the past month, we were able to make the trek in our hilly neighborhood.
As soon as John started to have enough stamina to walk our neighborhood and the glory of the fall-ish days arrived, his hope of going to the Gulf returned. We’d given up on taking that trip. We’d done it the past two years but he felt so bad after Houston, he didn’t think he had the strength. But John’s theory is if he sits around until he feels up to doing ‘something‘, he’ll not get to do very much. So almost over night it seemed, we made the decision to head to the gulf. We packed our bags, loaded the RV, and off we went. I was going to learn to tow the trailer in case I had to drive, but the whole trip came and went, and I never did hop into that driver’s seat. John made it very well. We took the trip in three days, taking our time, and had a wonderful time.