Last weekend, I sat in a chair in my driveway directing my highly trained and ultra-professional lawn care crew. I had to sit because I lacked the strength to stand. I also had to sit because I was tied to my oxygen tank with a short, clear plastic tube that ran up my nose.
This weekend, much is different. I fired up my riding lawn mower and cut my own grass. I was able to do it without an oxygen tank (that would have looked silly on the riding lawnmower). And, I had a good time doing it.
It's had to believe how such a little thing (like being able to ride my own lawn mower) makes such a big difference to my attitude. Now, I'm ready to do anything!
Wait. That should be "almost anything." I don't think I'll be tearing down and rebuilding the back deck any time soon.
Again, thanks for your cards and prayers this week. I'll have some really good news to report on Monday after my visit to the lung doctor, who I'm sure will be totally impressed with my progress, my strength, my lack of pneumonia, and my singing voice!
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