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.