We have finally made it to the apartment!  It was a long way to get here.  Marty, Paula, and I left for Memphis Friday night. Got to the Holiday Inn that night and the room they called handicap was one grab bar for the shower not even a tall toilet!  It was also right next to the bar and dance floor.  While Marty was at the desk tring to gt a refund, Paula and I checked the room out and coming down the elevator, we stopped on wrong floor, and a nice black gentleman pused the right button and hopped off, door closes and I’m yelling shoe door and Paula can’t get the elevator stopped quick enough and I get to see the lights go by of each floor.  Good thing it was only one and it didn’t eat my shoe or foot because I only brought one pair!     We decided not to stay and as we got outside we saw all the drag queens in sequined dresses! We all decided it was time to move on for sure. Took us till almost midnight before we found us a handicap room.  We stayed at the LaQuinta and it was an actual handicap room.  We had a king size bed and Paula slept on a rollaway in front of the door and wondered what the peephole was for so close to the floor, short people?  We told her it was for wheelchairs!   We laughed so much we hurt.  We decided that from now on we could distinguish if it actually was a handicap room without going in if there were two peepholes in the door!  We got up the next morning and shuttled off to the airport where a wheelchair was to be waiting for me, not! Got it and off we went. We had a layover in Dallas for almost 4 hours and it flew by and we were jetting off on the plane to Puebla, Mexico.  As soon as I download pictures Marty took I will get them on here.

We landed in  Puebla around 9 pm and finally made it thru customs after they singled Paula out to go thru her luggage!  We then proceeded onto the Holiday  Inn LA Noria and we are hit with a big obstacle.  I booked my room on Expedia for, yes, once again, a handicap room! By the time we got there my room was given to someone else even tho it was paid for. Out of 19 floors and 150 something rooms they had one handicap room!  Needless to say we were really upset this time.  Marty was like a dog with a new bone!  She so tried to make it work and they let me stay the night in their room.  I am so glad they came with me and not Dad, he would have been worn out and possibly stroked out by this time!  Marty told everyone that she thought could understand her about our dilemma.  We found one handicap bathroom downstairs next to the lobby, so 19 floors up and down at 1am, 4am, and 6am with Marty pushing the chair didn’t allow for much sleep!  Thank goodness I had found some adult diapers that I could wear!

Made it thru till the van picked me up and am now in my apartment with my càregiver , Chris, with a handicap everything but my lift chair that I truly miss already.   We are waiting for someone to come from the clinic to give me my walking orders.  My time starts tomorrow with meetings with a meet and greet, with a neurologist, a cardiologist, x-rays and everything else to make sure I am healthy for the treatment.  I find out what group I will be in and things really start Tuesday, I think.

I was on the plane from DFW with 2 other ladies coming for the same treatment.  Wasn’t hard to pick us out of a crowd since we were all on canes, walkers, or in a wheelchair.  Met another lady Saturday night that was also at the Holiday Inn and another one this morning.  We are from all over; Boston, Oregon, Washington (I think) and I can’t remember the others.

I’m sure you are tired of reading this book, so I shall sign off for the day and try to keep this updated on a more daily basis.  I didn’t want to pull the old laptop out until I was settled in the apartment and I wasn’t expecting our weekend to be this eventful!

Good day and hope everyone back in the states is doing good.🐖🐷

If not for everyone this opportunity would never happen for me.

It started with a unintentional slide out of bed onto the floor at 6am this morning!  I tried to not do it but you can’t use your hands to move a stationary leg and still hold onto the bed!  I sat there and looked at the grab bars in my bathroom and of course I over thunk things!

I scooted myself to the bathroom and I couldn’t pull myself up so I moved on to the next set and thought if I could pull myself up to sit on the pot(that was my goal when I woke up anyway)  That didn’t happen either so I decided I would slither on into my shower stall and use those bars.

Guess what?  That didn’t work either but I also thought if I couldn’t hold it anymore I was in a safe spot and wouldn’t be that much of a cleanup. Good thing nothing happened but I just gave up and pushed my iSafe Responder and had them call Mom & Dad.  They got over here, had two comments.  1) at least it’s not midnight! and 2) you’re going to lose some weight! (that had already went thru my brain)

We got my hoist seat under me and rolled me out of the bathroom and over my power chair. Kinda weird hanging in the air not seeing anything but the face of the person that has your life in their hands and then get twirled around.  That was still the best thing my insurance did for us!

2 weeks until HSCT and if I get just a little bit back that will help me help them get me out of the floor it’s all worth it.