Spain or Bust
Before my CF diagnosis (at age 67) I was hospitalized for 4 days on the usual antibiotics, nebulized medications, chest percussions and respiratory therapy visits. The steroid mania was at its height.
Best laid plans
I told my pulmonologist I was going to travel to Spain as soon as I left the hospital. He looked at me, gave an insincere smile, and said, "that's not a good idea".
I'm going. I'm going.
I left the hospital still coughing and wheezing and producing ugly sputum. But I knew I would be going to Spain.
This or That
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Making it happen
I packed. I walked. I tried to build some stamina. We had plans to see Madrid, Barcelona and the Alhambra. I brushed up on my high school Spanish.
I'm happy to say I made that trip to Spain with two wonderful friends. It was an amazing experience. The Alhambra was exquisite, but also up a long flight of stairs. I think my friends pushed me up from behind.
Nightlife appealed to my friends in Madrid. I quietly bowed out and rested in my hotel room.
My friends respected my need for down time and I respected their need not to be inhibited by my presence.
Put Spain on your wish list. Heck! Put anywhere on your wish list.
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