It's been a year. Today, at right about this time, I was being carved up. And, as far as I can tell, I am on the road to complete recovery or already am fully recovered. I have to take medication daily, and I've cut down significantly on red meat consumption. (Have had next to no red meat in the 365 days). But I am alive and from what I was told had the problem not been detected I would not know from COVID and would not have lived long enough to see Donald Trump ignominiously defeated on November 3rd. I trust that I will be alive to witness the latter, and will be alive when we have therapeutics for COVID.
The top photo was taken two weeks after the surgery. The bottom was taken just this morning at around the time, a year ago, that I was taking a tomahawk to my chest.
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