Today I did it. For the first time since June 28, one day before I went into surgery, I climbed to the top of Ward's Hill on my walk. It is an easy climb, nothing to boast about, yet it felt like a big accomplishment.
Now I will begin to think about what the view might look like from the top of Denali. May, 2014, maybe? No promise, but I am going to be thinking about it and trying to figure out how I might pull it off.
I also put my socks on by myself today. This was the first time I had done so since Margie drove me in to surgery in the very early morning of June 29.
It has now been about 43 hours since I last took a pain pill. The huge hole where my belly button used to be remains a gross and horrific sight but I am on my way.
I do not plan to post tomorrow, so this is it until Monday.