Recovery after surgery used to mean bed rest and soft food.  Lay flat, get some sleep.  Catch up on your reading.  Draw the blinds and drapes.  No excitement.  That's probably why it took so long to recuperate.

There is a different philosophy now!  There are specific things to do.  Lung exercises, rolling exercises, leg exercises, brain activity, certain foods and walking.  Lots of walking. 

Tuesday it will be two weeks since the "miracle surgery."  Last week the doctor wanted her to walk 1 mile a day!  She tried but couldn't.  I measured off the upstairs hallway and she had to walk from one end to the other 96 times to equal a mile.  We thought she could do four trips a day, with 12 laps per trip.  She walked a lot, but probably not a mile in any day.

This week the doctor wants her to walk 2 miles a day!  And to try to do it outside.  Well, that is certainly less boring than the hallway.  And there is about 1/8 mile in front of the house that is flat. 

So, we pried her into her shoes and carefully down the stairs.  Out she went and up and down the street four times.

She was a little scrunched and wobbly and dragged her feet a bit.  I had to hold her firmly by an armpit.  But she did it.  Not bad for a first trip.  And that was in addition to a few walks in the hallway today.

The very fact that she can do this is miraculous in and of itself.

She was a little embarrassed by her appearance - posture, walking gait and so forth.  If I was her, the hat would have been more embarrassing to me!  Wow, the nerve it takes to wear that hat out in public!  I don't think she knows what kind of a year they had.

Ignorance is bliss...

Gotta be!