A few years ago, when my nephew Gunnar was just 4 or so, he passed through town with his parents. I can’t remember the details, but they arrived pretty late at night after a long flight. Gunnar was delirious and a little manic in the way that kids can get when they’re over tired and disoriented. He was doing laps around the kitchen and bike room, and paused on a stool for a sip of water. He slipped off the stool and on his way down, BEFORE his head hit the counter, he shouted, “I’m ok, I’m ok..”
Hill woke up yesterday realizing that there was an event at school in the evening that she was supposed to have organized.. and hadn’t.. at all.
When I called her to tell her that I had arrived exactly an hour early for my weekly pre-pool therapy appointment, she pointed out that.. “We’re ok, we’re ok!!” I think that pretty well sums it up.
Thank you all for your kind words.
The emails and comments have been quite overwhelming. I apologize if there were emails that warranted a response and didn’t get one.. I’m a little preoccupied!
I have a lot to say. I’m gathering my thoughts. More soon.
Tomorrow I will have an appointment with the doc, and then an appointment with my surgeon. By tomorrow afternoon I’ll have a lot more information to pass on.
It’s all pretty exciting.
Here I am on the ride that I DID take after getting the news. This photo, shot by my friend gorgeous georges, cheers me up and is clear evidence of the healing power of mountain biking!