We flew to Houston, today, to meet the cardiovascular surgeon, who, having developed a surgical procedure that may literally save my life, will see me tomorrow, and then, over these next few days, we’ll meet with his colleagues, who will confer, together, over the possibility of my being a candidate to undergo this delicate surgery or not.
I must admit that while all of my energy (of which there’s not much to spare) is focused upon holding my host of inner strengths (of which courage is most important), together, my mental concentration, concerning penning my blog, has fallen apart. So, if, while seated in a wheel chair, being conveyed from one doctor’s office to another, my intuitive voice is mute, that will be due to the intelligent portion of my brain listening attentively to whatever I’ll be fated to hear once this new braintrust of physicians says yea or nay—seriously—not until their decision is made concerning surgery will I gain so much as a clue as to what may or may not develop inside my processor except for my belief that whatever I am about to face, thumbs up or thumbs downs, my absence from posting my innermost thoughts will be justified until such time as my intuitive voice feels need to speak ‘aloud’—whenever that may be ...
PS
Today’s train of thought does not suggest that I’ll not post, at all
Today’s train of thought highlights my belief that if I choose to post
Today’s train of thought may have little to do with tomorrow’s ...
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