On Wed. morning I dropped my daughters off at the airport for their trip. They went on a tour of Italy with a group of students and teachers from my younger daughter's high school.

My husband is out on the road for about 3 weeks at a time, so this means I am home alone. They all were a little worried about me, my mom has been calling like crazy to check on me. But I have been feeling really well.

On the 1st day I went out to get my mail and tripped in the driveway, I tried to catch myself but I could not avoid falling on the uneven cement. This has long been a fear of mine, there was a time when I gaged my health by whether I could make it down the long driveway and across the road to my mailbox and back. I used to wait until someone else was home to attempt it, in case I couldn't make it and needed help. I live in a fairly rural area and most of the time there is no one around. I remember a time when I couldn't get up from the floor without help, so I was afraid that I would have to lie there in the hot sun for hours until someone could help.

Well that fear has now been officially conquered, yes I fell, I scrapped my palm and my knee but I got up, washed and dressed the wounds and I survived. As a matter of fact its time to go and get the mail and newspaper right now and I am not afraid at all. It great to feel normal.