Once More
I planned on taking a break today and letting the writing slide. But I felt the urge after seeing all the thoughtful comments and prayer offerings from yesterday, so here goes. Tomorrow is the surgery. Although, it feels odd saying that word, surgery, since they’re not cutting, they’re poking. When all is said and done, what I’ll have to show for my trouble is a hole each leg which should heal without scarring. That’s why it’s a procedure, an EVAR (endovascular aneurysm repair).
The big change will be inside which is okay because that’s where the big changes always happen, inside. It’s almost as though someone will wave a magic wand and I’ll be fixed. It all seems so routine, but I can still remember the days of Michael Debakey and Denton Cooley when it seemed as though advances were being made every day in the treatment of cardiovascular disease. Little miracles. And now one will be performed on me so that I can get back to my hiking and writing and music making.
I’ve always said it was a good day when my family located to Houston after my father’s retirement from the Navy. It brought me to Memorial High School, the University of Houston, the Houston Chronicle and a long career in oil and gas. It brought me my wife and my children and a large host of friends. Now it’s going to save my life and I’ll be born again, held aloft by the prayers of my friends and the skilled hands of a surgeon born in Brazil. That feels global and epic. A very Houston, space city, sort of thing.