“Take her to Arizona,” doctors advised first my parents and then my husband, as if going to the desert was some magic remedy for all that ailed me. Might as well have told me to go to the moon, the possibility of such a journey always just beyond our reach. Until my husband found a way, deciding to drive me across country in a home on wheels.
Dry air, warm days and cool nights proved to be exactly the elixir the doctors had promised. Absent the allergens of home, I was able to forgo the anti-histamines, and inhalers that my system had become so dependent upon. I discovered renewed energy, gained strength, and felt hopeful for recovery. We were there for five weeks.
This year we’re going for three months. Three months to revitalize my body. Imagine the possibilities.
Desert days shine blue,
arid temperatures heal –
breathing made easy.
(Submitted for Twenty Four’s 50 word Thursday. Image provided as part of the challenge.)