|Shooting for Zen and settling for a peaceful two minutes.|
I had a rare minimally invasive bypass surgery this past Friday. It was the first done at the hospital where I had the operation. The local news ran a story about it. The surgery team was on electronic billboard ads outside the hospital the next day. My feet were there, under a green prep sheet, sticking out from the lineup of proud medical professionals posing for the picture.
Basically it was a whole thing.
And it saved my life.
All during this past week (while I've been hurting and healing) the gang at Great Jones Street have been sharing my stories for a Sheldon Lee Compton Week rollout. Wow it left me speechless that Kelly and those folks would do that for me. Below are the links to the stories if you want to have a look:
MORE SIDEWAYS THAN UP
THE SAME TERRIBLE STORM
DRUGS, ROCK AND ROLL, AND SEX OR THREE THINGS THAT GO TOGETHER LIKE SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK AND ROLL
SOMEBODY TAKE CARE OF LITTLE WALTER
On a related note, I've had so many from the indie lit community reach out and offer good vibes and prayers and positive words. To each of you I say a grateful thanks. If you only knew what I endured post-opt you'd know that every single bit of that human magic was needed. Put simply, I'm literally lucky to be here. And lucky to have people who continue to hope that I am.
Look for some upcoming posts detailing those post-op hours. They were the hardest of my life so far.