After the Cold War
At check-in I hand over a copy of my Durable Power of Attorney, with its provision to pull the plug if I'm no longer durable. I think of my sister-in-law, Jamie Bray, who had a major set of leg operations at a suburban hospital. The attempts failed, and her leg was amputated, because her condition was far more complex. Yet she exudes-no!-she radiates courage and good cheer. Dear Jamie, it's my turn now. I promise not to complain or look back.
As they wheel me into the prep room, I nervously ask a nurse how this procedure ranks against an alien abduction. She whispers, "It's about the same," and we both crack up.
Nine hours later, the lights come back on. My guardian angel Nancy is with me, graduating from the "For better or for worse" university one more time. And by Christmas I am walking around, eating fruitcake. With no more pain-none!-it's my merriest Christmas ever.
So thank you, Drs. Rodgers, Blaha, Cederna, and your staffs, and Michelle Hahn, P.T., for the gift of a lifetime-and indeed, the gift of a better life. What you did for me is beyond my ability to express, but it simply adds to why Ann Arbor is so loved by our family. After four countries and seventeen addresses, this refugee found a home here in 1994. And what a home it is!
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