Feeling pretty good and capable. I am not sure how long this will last, but I revel in the moment. Today I brought firewood in a wheelbarrow to the porch from down the hill. Pushing a load of firewood up a small hill would have been impossible a couple of months ago.
Each time I got to the steps to the porch, I remembered that these were the same steps I was helped down to get into the ambulance. This is also the same area where they tried to get me on the gurney and, in all the pain of moving me, put the wheel to the gurney on my foot. Twice from this spot, I entered a world other than mine own. And I did it here, where now, I am muscling a load of firewood up to the porch.
So I thank all the competent medical people who took care of me in the weeks of weakness. Thanks to my family who unflinchingly supported me through this long and arduous ordeal. And truly, thank you, God, for never leaving me in my walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
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