With a bad illness like this, you are forced to redefine yourself. I did my best to be the best doctor I could be. I think I am going to live, but I am concerned that residual impairments may preclude my ability to be that again. I am thankful my cognition is unaffected and my ability to play music is intact. I wasn’t a pro mandolinist before this hit me)
In the end maybe I’ll play my mandolin at the rest homes and volunteer. No matter what I won’t give up on my people.
All these thoughts led to a saying:
“Maybe I won’t be what I used to be but I’ll be the best me I can be, whatever that is.”
Y’all have a blessed holiday.