Up at 4:30 a.m. and off to the airport by 5:00 a.m. John and Sue took me to the airport even though they both had to go to work later in the day. I love them so much. My flight left at 7:30 a.m. central time so I thought I would be home in Boca Raton by about 10:30 a.m. eastern time. I ordered myself a wheel chair on the advice of my friend Jaynie Smith. The Houston airport is gigantic and Jaynie thought that walking to my gate would be too much for me in this condition. I hated to, but I took her advice and was glad I did. Jaynie also used her Continental points to get me upgraded to first class. I was so thankful to be in row 3 and not in the back of the airplane. I wore a mask the entire trip and no one asked me why. I was too sick to take advantage of the hot breakfast first class offered and was happy to have the mask to mask the smell of food. The flight was great until the captain announced that we would be an hour delayed in landing because of storms in Ft. Lauderdale. After circling through the clouds we landed safely in the pouring rain – 14 inches I heard! My son Mike was there to greet me as well as my good friend Brian Neff.
After 6 weeks of hospitals, hypodermics and Houston, I was HOME!
Entering my house was an emotional experience. Of course, my amazing friends had stocked my pantry and refrigerator. Mike made me the simplest of all comfort foods – a grilled cheese. It was delicious! I hadn’t eaten in four days and was down to 118 pounds. That grilled cheese was the start of my eat-a-thon – with each meal I felt better and better.
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