A New Day

Seventy-Eight today.  It’s unusual but I feel every year of it after a week in Emory Hospital, Atlanta.  I am feeling good but physically depleted. The experience was horrific with heavy medications required to bring me back from the brink and keep me alive, also inducing a world of confusion and days when fantasy and reality vied for attention. Most of that time is and will likely remain a mystery with no desire to return.  But PRAISE THE LORD, I AM BACK!

After my Doctor in Melbour...
Continue reading ...