EIGHTEEN
In my months of post-op physical therapy, I truly learned the importance of a fully functioning heart. Even for someone with CF lungs and a broken brain, the newly repaired tissue meant new strength, which would come in handy for our road trip.
With Johnny and Shauna on spring break, and Sara able to get four days of vacation, my family set off in the RV to Seattle, taking the six-hour scenic drive along the beautiful coastline. There was plenty of time, since Jen’s grandmother wasn’t expecting us until the next day. We made stops for meals, photos and, of course, gas. The RV required an unholy amount of fuel.
When we finally made it to Washington, Johnny parked the RV in a nearby park for forty dollars a day. Navigating the city of streets in what was essentially a bus did not
