TWENTY-TWO
My final strong streak lasted three more months, helped by Johnny fixing up a little rig that allowed Sunflower to pull my oxygen tank while I walked. Even with the braces and crutches, I was feeling good so long as I could do stuff by myself.
It was a beautiful October day when I was walking with Sunflower, and she suddenly stopped and went into the sit position, whining at me.
“Yeah, I’m feeling a little tired too, girl. Let’s get back to the house.” I started to turn that way, but found myself short of breath. I sat down beside Sunflower, and then for the first time since the incident in Korea, I suffered a seizure.
When I regained consciousness, I was in too much pain to stand. My chest hurt so badly that even with the oxygen I struggled to take a breath. I disconnected
