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December 11.
This morning my phone rang to a scolding. First Cardiologist demanding “Why aren’t you in surgery?” I expected him to invite me to ask my questions - those “questions” I had mentioned in my voice mail Saturday postponing surgery. He did not acknowledge that phone call. His role appeared to be the teacher beating the bushes to get that bratty kid back into the classroom.
Sounding to me a bit miffed, he arranged time on his schedule 10 days hence. Anyway, to my question “is there risk in waiting?” the answer had become invisible against bright klieg lights. For which audience am I on stage?
But first a word about what I didn’t do right, why, and how the music brought me to the dance.
Next: A Healing Place, Core El Centro
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