Oh! I'm fine now...thanks to my loving wife and my loving Pal who stuck with me through the whole terrible experience!

The day I had the proceedure where they cut into your femeral artery was bad. I opened up and bled to the pint of passing out before they discovered what was wrong with me and as I lay there in bed I looked up and my wife was holding one hand and smiling down at me and my Pal was holding the other hand and smiling down at me...in her prison blues no less....and at that second I knew I would survive.

I don't have an explanantion for that....and I don't care how or why that happened...I just know it did! And I know I survived because of it!

My Pal prayed so hard for me that the arthritis in her knees crippled her for a month after I recovered.

It is too bad that we just never seem to get the message until it smacks us right between the eyes.


Sorry to drag the thread off topic.

Tom

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