A few monts later
It’s the middle of April 2022 and I am in great shape. Wow…the last two years have been a doozie…but I am B A C K..
LIFE – 4 1/2 Years After
It is November of 2025. Four years ago & a little more, the Cardiothoracic Surgeon began his art as if “God” was personally speaking through him. To be quite honest, he did have a somewhat hallowed voice.
His words were reassuring but at the same time, in a matter of fact way, all Cattle and NO HAT. The gentleman was sure of the needed procedure and sure of his ability to perform to the absolute available. Mind you, I did not know this man from Madam’s house Cat. However, I was, in the days to come, to learn he was the best of the best. Humble, forceful, assertive, and gifted. I owe him, and the Lord Jesus, my life.
After 10 hours on the cardiopulmonary bypass (CPB) machine or simply the heart-lung machine, I wish I could list the legions of Angels, ( I mean Nurses ) that carried out the tasks of the demands of my recovery. I cannot remember all their names but I can see their faces in my minds eye and each one of them are beyond my ability to express my thanks too. So, my only token of thanks to them will be to live healthily and well. I do not want any of them to feel anything but appreciated.
Today, November of 2025, I am grateful to God for giving me a chance to give back to those I might come across that I can do some small thing to make their lives better.
The Doctors
These men and women do not often think of themselves as different than the rest of us. Sure, they have incredible educations and aptitude in their chose fields in most cases, but I can tell you from personal experience, a few of these people are, without question, Angels from God. There is no way, in my learned opinion, that what they do is nothing less than devine intervention. I have been there, done that…
Awake?
Yikes! What the (blank) just happened to me? Last I remember a half dozen Doctors were rolling me into this huge room full of lights. Not many random things to be seen and then woosh…here I am.
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I was just hurting at home…my back hurt, my head hurt, I lost a ton of weight and wasn’t eating. So, when my wife suggested we go to the emergency room I reluctantly agreed, but lets go in the morning. I am sure I can get one nights rest in…that was a rough night!
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