“Rumors of my near brushes with death WERE NOT greatly exaggerated.”
Thanks for your support and kind thoughts for my music. I am writing an update to those of you
who have heard of some of my medical challenges of recent. While I am not one to broadcast
personal information, I think it best to lend some accuracy to what bits and snippets some of you
have heard. So the rumor mill might be somewhat slowed.
About 30 days ago, I had a mild and very short-lived 'mini-stoke (TIA) with no apparent after
affects except some weariness. 4 weeks later, Easter Sunday, I looked forward to playing at
Ricard2 and a few hours before I slung my guitar on back, I experienced some similar symptoms
and briefly fainted in the most perfect of situations—among some of my closed friends, two of
which caught me as the floor rushed to kiss me. That episode quickly dispelled, however I
canceled that gig. Thank you to those of you who came to Ricardo2. I trust the food, view and the
companionship made up for my absence.
In the interim I had gone to the Caja, danced through a plethora of tests scattered throughout most of late March and finally met with a neurologist, Dr. Rincon, who thankfully spoke much better English than my preschool Spanish. For all the criticisms of the Caja system I comparatively breezed through once all the prelim tests were completed. And I had the last results confirmed with the head of the neurology department at the main hospital in San Jose after a very hasty trip last Friday morning.
The upshot of a number of synchronicities which defy standard bureaucratic slowness, I will be
returning to Calderon Guardia Hospital very early this Monday, admitted, probed and prodded a
bit more, then wheeled into surgery Wednesday morning to clear a blockage in my left Carotid
artery. A common and relatively safe procedure, a bit complicated by the fact that the artery on
the other side of my neck is completely blocked and inoperable. So it seems that I have been
starving my brain for quite some time, which could account for my lop-sided thinking since you
have known me ;-). It's a bit like learning that you have only one good pipe when you assumed
that you had two and the one “good” ain't.
I intend to be back to you all before the end of the month perhaps with a little clearer head. For
those of you who believe in messages from divinity (and I include myself) consider this clear note to me: Test results: unusually strong heart; very clear mental activity, and almost total blockage between the two. I'll have to toy with that lying in hospital with very little else to do. Sheri will be stoking the home fires, but won't really be able to tell you much more until after Wednesday, and she has her hands full with dogs, house and supporting our friend Marguerite.
Know that I am in very good spirit and energy. No fear and I have done a similar dance at the
edges of mortality before. I have faith in divinity, be it something so vast, so complex yet
sublimely simply that I cannot begin to comprehend its wiles and ways. However, I do know you
all, and I am forever buoyed by your spirits, by your courage, by your willingness to leave the
complacency and stupefying comfort of your ancestral home to try life anew here in this fair
country of foreign tongue, seemingly counter-intuitive cultural tendencies which, at best seem,
quaint. This is no small thing – to break oneself open wide. To stand very independent of past
cultural arrogance and allow a new beginning to roughen the edges of perception and stretch old
beliefs to the breaking. I adore that in all of you. It is actually what I sing and write songs to. And
if I can't sing again, then, I'll listen.
So, I hope to announce my return to Kapiblu Cafe and Ricardo2 in the near future. In a bit more
than a week, I'll drop you a few lines when I can get my hands on a keyboard. Meantime, take
care of you, sing a bit for me (even in the shower) thank you again and God Bless.
Know that I am recovering quickly, resting at home and trying to do nothing. Such opportunities
are rare in li