I spent today in a Swiss A&E where a very professional and caring set of women tried to diagnose the pains in my chest. They managed to rule out any immediately life threatening stuff but passed me on to a cardiologist as there appears to be an underlying problem.
It seems likely that I am going to have to find a way to shorten my hours and reduce or eliminate air travel, at least for a while.
Hopefully I will have more time to spend writing.
In the meantime I can't give enough praise to the women who calmly and caringly handed me back my life today when I had begun to think it might soon be done with.
Now I need to find a way to make the most of their gift.
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Mike,
I used to think that I wasn't afraid of death; that death was just another natural stage, etc (all that philosophical stuff); that it was the process of dying that was what frightened me.
Until I was suddenly and very seriously in danger of death. Then I realized that while you're in the midst of the process, you don't have time to be scared of what's actually happening (or at least, I didn't). What I realized was that I most definitely did NOT want to die.
Since that incident, I've become much more humble (or maybe realistic) about my abilities to cope with life or death, and more appreciative of what I have right now.
Yikes, Mike. Hope you're feeling better by now (I don't get time to read blogs very often these days). Be well.
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