This is the time of year when we celebrate the Birth of Christ all across this great land. It is a time of marvelous excitement for the children,a busy time for parents, shopping, baking and decorating the tree. There is a special feeling in the air that is rarely recreated on other occasions. It is also the time of year when many outstanding people are nominated in various categories. Movie of the year, movie star of the year,volunteer of the year, singer of the year and so on. Not often do we nominate a politician!!probably a sound reason for that none category. On January 22nd 2011 I had a heart attack and ended up in the Charlottetown hospital for a week before being transferred to Halifax. At the Queen Elizabeth 2 hospital I awaited bypass surgery for four blockages. One of which was over 90% blocked, my doctor informed me that I could have dropped dead at any moment. I don’t think we appreciate or understand how close a brush with death this is. I know I didn’t, I was scared of the operation but never for a minute thought I would not survive. There is something very different about a brush with death when you are aware of it. As an example if you narrowly miss being hit by a bus or are pulled from the water seconds before you would have drowned, you usually thank God and the people who saved you. For several weeks you will avoid buses and water and probably talk and talk about how lucky you were. Well heart surgery is also a brush with death but not with the same immediate fear of that onrushing bus. I was kept very comfortable, reassured by caring nurses and given drugs to calm my nerves. Before entering the operating room I was well into oblivion. I remained that way for at least twenty four hours, and when I finally awoke the surgery was over and I was in recovery. For me this was quite an easy 24 hours, I slept through the whole thing. However, when I think of the necessary skill and hard work performed by my surgeon and team it goes far beyond my comprehension. What amazing talent these men and women have, what amazing work they do every day. Work that goes unseen by most of us, work that receives little appreciation when compared to the Idols and Stars of screen and stage. I’m about to enjoy my third Christmas since my surgery and for that can only offer my humble thanks to the people who saved my life. These are not only the people I nominate at this time of year, but indeed for every day of every year. Unsung hero’s who go about their daily work so quietly and efficiently. Thank you one and all for my life, my family, my grandchildren and another Christmas. May God Bless you all. I don’t suppose any of the operating team or staff that saved my life will read this blog, and that is a shame, nevertheless my sincere gratitude is real and is for them. Merry Christmas.
God Bless and a Merry Christmas