All my routes have unravelled and fearful (fearsome?) things must be faced.
The angiogram I had yesterday revealed that I will need a cardiac bypass operation. This should happen in the next three months.
This walking through middle age is getting hard. The days and miles of the walks I’ve done over the past two years seem poignant now, rambles in Eden. An operation and some weeks of convalescence will slow me down… but will it stop me walking the remaining 60 or so miles to Brighton?
No. Fucking. Way.
Actually, hearing people talk about bypasses, I expect to bound out of bed, walk the whole thing in a day and manually reassemble the West Pier on arrival. Failing that, even if I have to walk it in shorter legs I will get there.
In the meantime this blog may be sporadic for a while. I’ve launched another one to set down my health-related journey in case it is helpful to anyone.
Peace.
Route via bypass, destination unchanged
February 20, 2010 by walkinghometo50
You’ll throw off this setback and get there Roy! Good luck.
You’ll do it. I’ll be following every blogged footstep and heartbeat.
Oh shit! Poor you! You know I read “even if I have to walk it ON shorter legs”, and I thought what an interesting approach to heart surgery they are taking these days.
Hope to see you out and about as Spring progresses, then.
Very good luck to you for the op, may it bring you renewed health so you can go and show the chosen route who’s boss! Give my love to Brighton, please. Greetings from the French seaside.
Minnie, many thanks. I will do so.
Susan, I might edge into early summer but I gather walking will be a compulsory part of rehab! I will leave objects along the route in future. Stuff I have found includes a playing card, a bit of molten trashcan and a runic symbol made of metal. And there was the underwater dog on this part:
I haven’t kept on the blog since moving about. Hope for all the best for you and the steps, one after another.
After reassembling the pier, why don’t you just fucking go for it and swim the channel, perhaps knocking off a few French GR routes on the other side?
Peace, my friend.
LOL why not indeed. I could also armwrestle Dora Bryan and any other famous Brightonians who want to ‘have a go’. Quaff the Harveys brewery dry and lead the ghosts out of the ghost-train in a pied piper style, to dance on top of the Downs for a new day.
🙂
Hey..stumbled to you via Solitary Walker’s blog…and can honestly tell you my Pop had his double..or was it triple..about 28 years ago and, well except for being a tad overweight and a 79 year old widower..he’s just fine! Hell, he just had a pace maker installed and is whining cause he can’t figure out when he can get to Paris , again. Mind you he lives in the US…in Washington State. So, life after a bypass….not to shabby.
Thanks Karin. Very encouraging. Your Pop sounds like quite a fellow.