Off to see the surgeon tomorrow morning to find out what kind of op I need. They certainly want to stick knives in my back or cut me through the throat (neither do I relish). Then I have to arrange to fly to London for a private consultation with a specialist there for a 2nd opinion...

My Mother (bless her soul) is absolutely emphatic that this op MUST be carried out privately. I have no insurance nor income of any value but she still insists. She has even stated that she will re-mortgage her house if necessary. "We are talking about the rest of your life - and you're an artist" she keeps saying. Bless her!

As my g/f states (and she's a trained MD), its one thing going into battle and hoping you will survive and quite another to walk voluntarily straight under the knife, let them cut you up and hope that you survive. In the first instance, you might sustain injury or even death, in the second you will...

At least this ain't the gallows, Madame Guillotine or Death Row...

"Beware the Ides of March" they warned Julius Augustus Caesar... "Et Tu Brute?" were his last words

Man! I just can't seem to get my head together while all this is hanging over me. Let alone sleep or eat properly.

Still, PG software and my songwriting keeps me distracted!

Regards

Follow That Dream

Sam
Karaoke King

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Turning that corner again - I have to keep following that dream, no matter what