CHORUSMASTER
They dimmed the lights so the lights
could be seen - the special lights,
those ornamental Christmas ones.
I'm not one for much of that, but
this wasn't for me - my wife,
maybe, more. I still get stunned
sometimes just thinking how this
double combination of weird events
has brought us to this point. And
after all these years. This June just
passed, for all intents and purposes
she was a goner. Life was about
done and the future looked grim.
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Her hospital stay was meant for
whatever it could be, and then they
sent her home. A few trips back to
Scranton, a bunch of meds, and
then - like a magical swan - she
blossomed once more on this new
maintenance regimen provided by
Pfizer, of all likely names. Skimming
her own new lake, and floating with
aplomb again.
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That was great, until November, when
all this crap then started for me. I was
granted six more months with her that
I'd thought I'd never see...and then this
cardiologist came to me and said now
it was six for me! We huddled a bit with
the fearsome news, but what was there
else I could do? I said, 'Let's go, let's
go, and not waste time. Do all you can
do; you've got my last dime!'
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Now, somehow, even I've pulled through,
and though my new limitations are cranky
(I'd sure like to drive), I think I can manage
a few more weeks and still survive. I really
want the page to turn; to get a new start, and
learn to earn!
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