It has been three months since my accident in Turkey. My rehabilitation has been a slow, painful, and often depressing process. I will remember them as the grey months.
Yesterday I met with my orthopedist and he examined fresh scans. There were a number of possible complications possible during my recovery, all with unappealing consequences. I almost held my breath to hear what he saw. As he described that I was ready to walk again the relief I felt was so great I melted into a pool on the floor with a silly smile on my face. When I see him in six weeks, if I still have crutches, the nurses won't let me in.
After my appointment, I met Gin and Torsten for lunch in English Bay. It was a glorious winter day in Vancouver with bright blue skies, snow covered mountains, and yachts in the bay. It felt so good to be with friends and talk about gliders and flying again! For the first time, in a long time, I felt at ease.