14 days ago, I was dead. The surgical team fought hard and shocked me rudely back to the operating table. Choosing not to proceed with the second stent in my heart, in case I refused to come back next time. That Friday morning was typical enough. A possible flu bug I was fighting but nothing untoward.
A Brush with Life
A Brush with Life
A Brush with Life
14 days ago, I was dead. The surgical team fought hard and shocked me rudely back to the operating table. Choosing not to proceed with the second stent in my heart, in case I refused to come back next time. That Friday morning was typical enough. A possible flu bug I was fighting but nothing untoward.