Reader Dear, it is now time to tell you about my rare and harrowing journey (HARROWING: extremely disturbing or distressing; grievous). To be honest, the journey is ongoing; but, the truly harrowing part has ended (or at least that is my sincere hope).
So here you have it: Toward the end of winter I was scheduled for surgery (the major kind). The heart doctors had informed me that the cow part of me was wearing out. Time for a re-do!
I had a strong aversion to the idea, but knew that if the bovine part of me failed, all of me would fail (as in, well...you know). There was this premonition about the surgery that gave me an uneasy feeling. Please don't let the following give you an uneasy feeling, Reader Dear, but I must inform you that I did some planning for a service that involves men in black suits and somber words: I chose a photo and wrote a bit of poetry to grace the front of a program. I jotted down a few musical selections. Here's the thing, Dear Reader--I wished to be prepared for every possible outcome. I visited a lawyer. I put many valentines into the US mail (promoting, I hoped, a final happy memory of me if it were to be my very last mailing!)
So the day arrived: February 15. It was a cold morning, and the hour was early when the Yard Man escorted me into the hospital. My plan was to write a message on my chest for the surgeon (as in previous surgery), but the good doctor took the pen and scribed "JC" on my chest (his initials). I was trundled off to the Operating Room.
The anesthesiologist paid me a visit.
Reality faded rapidly away.
(Here there is a long pause in the story. Back later!)
6 comments:
Can't wait to hear part two! So glad you are still among the living!
What !! We went thru the dramatic pause once before!! OK, so did you but I assume you were not aware of it. Hopefully, you will tell us what you WERE aware of....
Dear SS aka LTF...have patience...:-)
Hooray! The blog is back!
JC. That was a hopeful sign. I cannot imagine how you suffered emotionally those days prior to surgery, lying awake at night and making lists in your mind of what you needed to do, to plan for in case. . .
Ha, Terry. I thought about the "JC" omen, too (The man's name is Jeffrey Cope [hence, I planned to write "please help me to cope" on my chest :-). And you're right, the task of preparing was daunting. Q.
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