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To: Gauguin who wrote (6399)	1/20/1998 1:58:00 AM
From: greenspirit	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Hi Paul, thanks for the welcome back. That was a great story too and I don't doubt it for a minute. Sorry to hear your Dad needed surgery too. I hope it wasn't very serious. When I was waiting in the pre-surgery room, some of the people who were having surgery was really scary to me. One poor man, about 60 I would imagine, had some kind of cancer in the back of his throat and the doctors were making sure he understood that if it was malignant he may not be able to talk again. He wife was standing by his side, a proud woman, I could tell she was trying to be brave for him. It really drove home the point to me that no matter how successful you are in life, if you don't have your health, it all means very little. Yeah, I'm pretty concerned about my nerve never coming back. It really worries me that I may not be able to run with my children and teach them how to play ball like I always dreamed I would. I'll know in a few weeks one way or the other I guess. I was probably exagerating a bit when I said 7 inches. It's really closer to 3. But I'm glad that still qualifies as a scar in your book :-) Take Care, Michael

To: Gauguin who wrote (6399)	1/20/1998 11:34:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Yo, Paulie, I'm so glad your dad came through ok. Some people really hate hospitals and are terrified of them. My stays have always made me feel secure and cared for-maybe I've just been lucky. Recovery is weird--I remember some guy in the bed next to me saying "Let's hold hands," so we did, and the nurse very sternly pulling us apart and saying, "We'll not have any of that now!" What did she think we were going to do? (What did he think we were going to do? Do you think I looked easy?) My father was in the hospital so much for several years that no one bothered trying to tell him what to do at all. He did what he wanted. Set up a little bar in his locker. A nurse tattled to the doctor, who then started coming in every night before he went home to have a drink. I'm sure my father invited the nurse, but I don't believe she ever took him up on the offer. Sometimes he made dying look like fun.