Home Sweet Home


33 hours en route to get from Walvis Bay, Namibia to CapeTown to Atlanta to Charleston! In all honesty, it was more torture than adventure, but we did it. 



First we flew over the desert sands of Namibia.

Then we went thru Customs twice in Capetown, squired by my wheelchair driver, Ursula. CT airport looked like a great place for shopping, but it wasn't in me. 

Delta One was worth every extra penny. (And in truth, Delta gave us a huge break on the upgrade cost.) But there was no relishing the first class luxury. I watched the little plane on the screen for 16 hours,  just praying for that very long leg to end.


Tommy watched me and my swollen foot

Atlanta was it's usual mob scene, but our flight was on time. Dear friend and neighbor, Leigh, picked us up in Charleston.  

I had a full fledged meltdown when we walked in the condo door. I guess those tears had been mounting and mounting, and finally escaped. 

Poor Tommy. He gathered me up and we went straight to the ER to be checked out and get me a shot of morphine. The check out was positive, and morphine was heavenly. After 4 hours, we got back home to find that Nancy and Larry had dropped off quiche, cookies, slaw and other goodies.  Grateful but too tired to indulge,  we had a glass of wine, went to bed, and slept 12 hours. 

And now recovery is fully underway. Stitches are out. PT is coming in a day or so. Wheelchair and Porta potty are on order.

And FRIENDS have stepped in all over the place. Food...Christmas decorations...loan of a wheelchair...food... and did I mention more FOOD? It's been gourmet eating around here! Thank goodness as I can't do one single thing, and it has all fallen to Tommy.

The doctors tell me that I will be wheelchair bound for another 6-8 weeks. (WHAT??? NOT POSSIBLE!!!!)  But chances are for a good recovery. 

So, I am wrapping up my little travel blog on Africa today with a heart full of gratitude. For the surgeon in Africa who provided such care and expertise. For the friendliness of strangers in every stopping point.
 For the love and support (and did I mention FOOD) of friends, family, and neighbors. For a church family that has prayed for us and supported us throughout this adventure turned near disaster. And, of course, for that man of mine.

To my blog readers...thank you for following our journey and for sending personal notes of encouragement.

Til next time! Will we??? Could we possibly consider another such adventure??? Hmmm. Time will tell. 

Happy New Year 2024!


Comments

  1. "And, of course, for that man of mine". He is one unique guy, e. (May we assume the Chas doctors "approved" the work done on your ankle in Namibia?). Roxy

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  2. So delighted you are home in one piece it really has been an epic adventure so many stories to tell and that man of yours!!! I should put him up for auction LOL
    We are back to Guys tomorrow you really have to be fit to be ill
    Love to you both
    Hilary and Peter

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  3. Welcome home! You will find that your ankle will heal fairly rapidly and if you follow the instructions of your PT therapist, you will be walking before you know it. Our prayers and best wishes are for you and Tommy. Darrell

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