Getting Back on My Feet
I was bedridden from September 2019 until March 2020 . The only view being a wooden fence through a patio door, and a large tray of pills. I’d relocated to an elevation of 4,000ft from sea level just before the onset, and pneumonia was a constant threat. A close friend of mine gave up her life for months to look after me, sort through the piles of bills, and find a nurse to eventually take over. I can never thank her enough for being there for me. She saved my life.
The first time I was able to lie flat again was a moment I will never forget!
The days and nights were long, lonely and scary. Although I was in constant pain, I had to wean myself off morphine to have any chance of survival and fulfilling my Purpose. Detox lasted almost a month and was hell. The increased pain, onset of neuropathy in my spine and the weakness in my arms made it hard to push forward. It had been nine months since I’d been able to play my guitar, or hike. I couldn’t lift my camera, nor could I lie flat on my bed. The lack of human contact was crushing.
Eventually I connected with other MM sufferers online to find friends, get mental health, rehab and supplementation tips, and slowly began shuffling around the house. Two months later I had enough strength to open my car door. I put on Frank Sinatra’s “The Summer Wind”, opened the sunroof, and cautiously cruised to the canyons and mountains that drew me to Sedona 35 ago. I felt like I was coming back to life.