then, as if i needed more maladies, i was back in the hospital with pneumonia a day after being discharged over the heart contortions.
sometimes you can’t win for losing.
in the meantime, i can’t legally drive for precisely six months to ensure safety if the defibrillator decides to short circuit.
i still feel like i have been punched out as if i were the heavy bag in the far corner of a boxers’ gym.
my legs, for example, still feel like 10-tonne weights.
now, i have been entirely open about the outcomes of my maladies, the most recent being my successful journey to defeat prostate cancer, and its 18-month journey of radiation treatments and later hormonal injections that had the successful objective of chemically castrating me.
so telling this tale should not be unexpected.
as any long-serving newspaper columnist will tell you, it is never good to be off-line too long and losing track of the news cycle. it is particularly true when monitoring canada’s political news.
my brush with mortality began a day before ukraine was officially under siege, which left me out of several loops while doctors did their best to keep me alive and out of immediate harm’s way.
only in the last week have i gotten close of unravelling the various narratives and getting some perspective on today’s current events, fatigue being the worst enemy.