He woke up early, but realized no one at his place knew he was back from the hospital. An aid stops by to help him get his socks and shoes on. He decided to try himself.
It has been years since he could put his shoes and socks on without losing breath… until today!
Trudi cried when my dad pointed to his feet.
He walked to the mailbox near the front entrance, then through the parking lot all the way to the street. He’s never done this before. No heavy breathing. No exhaustion.
His legs hurt a little because his muscles are weak. They will get stronger.
He was jazzed. I can’t remember hearing him this excited about the direction of his life.
He can physically feel the difference from the TAVR procedure. This is exactly the outcoming we hoped for.
If everything goes well he’ll visit us in December. We look forward to our daily walks around the neighborhood.
“I’ll tire you out,” he added.
Wouldn’t that be cool?