We are heading home tomorrow, even though I had convinced myself that yesterday was Wednesday instead of Thursday. We went jet skiing the other day on the Pamlico Sound and had a great time, despite only being able to go 40mph and being in a large roped off area. We're used to renting jet skis where they simply tell you, "See you in an hour." The Sound is so shallow here that you have to be in a roped off area so you don't beach the jet ski. It was still fun, but not as much fun as having all of Lake Meade outside of Las Vegas to play. We also took the kayaks out the other day and I was able to paddle for a while without getting too tired. I wasn't very good at paddling before I got sick so this was an experience, but Mike was a good teacher and I did very well.
We might be a little weird, but we went to watch the local high school girls play volleyball last night. The local girls creamed the competition in nearly every game. The third game was close, but the Cape Hatteras Hurricanes finally won. It was a good time.
We went down to the pier in Frisco today, which is about 15 minutes from our hotel. The waves are not as big as Okacroke and I was able to stay in the water for almost an hour. I still haven't really done any swimming in the ocean, but I wade in the water. I'm so weak that the waves make me a little nervous. We might go back this afternoon and I might try swimming with the boogie board.
I had a little cry on the beach this morning and I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm so thankful that I'm alive to appreciate the ocean, the waves, and the sand. I'm alive and I've survived cancer. I'm here in the Outer Banks, which is somewhere I've never been and I have the warm sun above me. It was merely a week ago yesterday that the doctors gave me a clean bill of health and I am thankful for being on the road to recovery.