Survival?

Pray for Fiorella. The closer the time comes to when she's going to have the pacemaker replacement--tomorrow's the date--the more anxious she gets. Yep, it's the same ol' panic that she's been fighting off ever since her seemingly endless traumas began.

Your girl decided to calm herself own by playing the piano, but instead, she played so badly--even the pieces she'd pretty much mastered--that she could feel the wrath of John Thompson swirling around her like chimney smoke. Sorry, John, but Fio's in a deep funk right now. 

OMG! Just this moment, Fiorella got a call from the doctor's office and a happy-voiced nurse made a pacemaker change-out sound like a walk in the park, even telling your girl to be sure and get a good meal this evening. 

Has Fio told you about when she got her first pacemaker? Actually, it was rather sweet. She fainted when she was teaching at a small Texas college and had to be hauled out of her office on a stretcher--and her students were so concerned that they called the hospital and one of them even pretended to be a doctor to get the latest information about her condition. 💗

Hey, just by talking to you, Fio is feeling better! THANK YOU!