Robert George
Screenwriter
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- Jul 3, 1997
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Apologies for the off-topic post, but I figure most of the people I remember and still remember me, would be looking at this section.
So, I have thought about whether or not to post this for many weeks, not for sympathy mind you, but just to let some old friends know about the journey I have been on for these many months. You see, as I type this, I am sitting in the ICU unit of the Mayo Clinic in Florida awaiting a heart transplant. Yes, that.
I'll spare most of the gory details, but the reason for ICU is that I am attached to a machine that controls/powers a small pump in my current heart to maintain blood flow. It is called an impella, BTW. The damage in not repairable. The only fix in a new heart.
Know this, I sorely miss three things...first is my wife, then our six dogs (!), and third is my home theater. One has to have priorities.
Robert "Obi" George
P.S.
The machine next to me is the impella controller. Note the photo hanging on top. One of the things the nurses here encourage us to do is name our impellas. Shocker.
So, I have thought about whether or not to post this for many weeks, not for sympathy mind you, but just to let some old friends know about the journey I have been on for these many months. You see, as I type this, I am sitting in the ICU unit of the Mayo Clinic in Florida awaiting a heart transplant. Yes, that.
I'll spare most of the gory details, but the reason for ICU is that I am attached to a machine that controls/powers a small pump in my current heart to maintain blood flow. It is called an impella, BTW. The damage in not repairable. The only fix in a new heart.
Know this, I sorely miss three things...first is my wife, then our six dogs (!), and third is my home theater. One has to have priorities.
Robert "Obi" George
P.S.
The machine next to me is the impella controller. Note the photo hanging on top. One of the things the nurses here encourage us to do is name our impellas. Shocker.