Thanks, more than I can say.

As I read the supportive comments I feel lifted - more than I can say.  Thank you, thank you.  It's amazing how much just a kind word means to me right now.

It was a tough day today.  First day of Physical Therapy down at IHC.  Long Halls, long waiting times, and just sitting answering questions (besides the time on the stationary bike) - took lots of energy.  Came home and took a nap.  I know there were a few phone calls that came in during the evening, but I just let them go.  I just didn't have the energy to talk to anybody.  It's interesting to notice how 'being real' takes precedence over 'being nice' when you're hurting and tired.

I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep - they seem to be getting betting each night.  Yes, my body is in need in much healing, but I can already tell that my breathing is better than it was before the surgery on my heart.  There are quite a number of things that are different than they were before.  In ways, I'm learning how to be a new person.