Life Goes On and yes, My dear readers, I must tell you how happy I am to be back among you.
I really missed posting.
First, I will update you on my wonderful ‘wellness’ and zest for life.
I FEEL GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!
When I open my eyes in the early mornings, the first thing I do is thank our wonderful God for bringing me on this journey and bringing me through it all.
And then I hit the ground running…well, maybe walking is a better term….slow walking actually.
And I take a deep breath and marvel at how just a few months ago, I was flat on my back.
Thank you my wonderful Lord and Savior!
It is so good to be able to walk into my kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee… or a steaming cup of hot tea.
Last week I had another Cat Scan and the usual bloodwork (labs) and it all came back perfect.
No sign of cancer or metastasized organs.
In case you might not know what that means….Metastasis means that cancer spreads to a different body part from where it started.
I still have to have these tests every 3 months for 5 years before I am pronounced “cured”.
That is if there is such a thing as being completely cured….but praise God, I am currently in “remission” as the doctor’s like to say.
So without further ado…let me tell you about our week-end.
About 15 years ago, the Captain and I bought a 38 foot fifth wheel camper, which we took all over the continental United States.
And we loved it.
But when we moved to Florida….we parked it in storage and enjoyed living in Paradise.
After my illness, I began to think about my family and how much I missed them.
Because of Covid…we were not able to visit each other even during the life and death situations.
The Captain was there for my surgery, but a week later he was banned from the hospital.
Luckily, my Whipple surgery was in early March…. and the restrictions began right after.
So my family was restricted to face timing and let’s face it, I didn’t feel like talking, etc.
NOW, as Life Goes On…
I want to see them and travel is still somewhat restricted and my immune system is still pretty bad.
I feel that travel in your own recreational vehicle is a lot safer (and cooking too)….than hotel rooms, etc.
Now, here comes the best part.
The Captain determined that after being stored for such a long time, the fifth wheel needed a lot of TLC., so he hired a “fix it guy” to bring it back in shape.
On one of his excursions for parts, he just happened to visit an RV dealer.
You can see where this is going can’t you?
And he decided we should invest in a “Class A” RV.
If you don’t know what a Class A is…it looks like a bus….whereas a fifth wheel is a trailer pulled by a pick-up truck.
The fifth wheel trailer is pulled by a contraption in the bed of the pick-up.
Sooooo the Captain bought a 40 foot Class A.
What is it they say about a man and his toys?
The only difference between men and boys is the size and price of their toys. LOL
Yep! And Life Goes On.
And it just so happens that one of our sons has always wanted the pick-up and fifth wheel, so we are selling them to him.
The Captain says it is a win/win situation and he did all the wheeling and dealing while I sat comfortably at home….available by I-phone.
Which leads me to our week-end.
The only places I have ventured out to is, doctor offices and a few outdoor breakfast cafes, .all masked up and socially distancing of course.
Last week-end we decided we needed to take the new motorcoach on a maiden voyage to see how it measured up.
All reservation booking is done on-line, and upon entering the RV Resort (Park), masks are ever present.
There is no need to come in direct contact with anyone.
So Me and my Captain, 🙂 and Jesse James, (the little bandit that stole our hearts) spent a wonderful, enjoyable week-end.
Just 10 miles from home on a water inlet.
So in spite of Covid…we had a much needed vacation, safe and sound in our second home away from home.
Blessings Always my dear sweet friends.
Thanks for your continued prayers.