Some of you who have been faithful to Marc’s Blog these past few years may recall my postings in early 2020 about the “Great Fall.” Falls, I understand, are a leading cause of death for people my age. Well, my fall back in 2020 hasn’t killed me…yet. I have given it a good fight and while I will not claim victory just yet, I seem to be winning the battle. The past month of February has had me at the University of Miami’s health complex where some of the best medical magic is performed. I underwent eight hours straight in the OR as two surgeons removed and replaced faulty hardware in my neck, fused broken parts, pulled and tugged the muscles in my back to form a large flap covering the entire wound. There wasn’t even an intermission when I could have gone to the bathroom and bought some buttered popcorn at the concession stand.
So here I am, at home healing and hoping my dear Rosemarie has survived it all. I have much rehab in front of me, but all this has really played second role to what has been provided me these past four weeks…and the “what” has been an incredible outpouring of love and support as friends near and far have kept constant vigil over my wellbeing.
If you do not have even one loyal and ever-present friendship your life is incomplete. I have been incredibly lucky to have friends, near and far, who have not let me go through my ordeal without being there almost daily. Their good cheers and wishes had much to do with my sitting here able to peck away once more at this keyboard. Some are former schoolmates—back as far as middle school. Others are former co-workers, bosses and neighbors. For once I shall use a phrase I often treat as humor. This time, however, I offer it with all its sincerity, caring and love…oh the humanity!